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For added fun, use people from the board! Just like this:
Dear Santa,
I have been a good girl.
It really wasn't my fault what happened at Ree's Christmas party. It was Rapscallion who spiked the punch with too much absinthe. I can't help it if I drank 13 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like hash.
I thought it was funny when I put Jester's t-shirt on my head and danced the Macarena on the sofa while singing `Enter Sandman'. I didn't mean to break Ree's stereo and don't know why Ree would sue me for criminal damage.
I don't remember calling MadMike's wife a ugly cow---even though she looked like one with green eye shadow and silver lipstick!
And when I threw up on NightAngel's husband's back, it was only because I ate too much of that curry.
After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my motorbike through my neighbor's sitting room. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a crazy bitch and have me arrested for manslaughter!
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all drunk and tired. And I'm really not to blame for any of this crazy stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and truthfully yours,
Lace (Really a nice girl!)
P.S. It's only 666 bucks!
For added fun, use people from the board! Just like this:
Dear Santa,
I have been a good girl.
It really wasn't my fault what happened at Ree's Christmas party. It was Rapscallion who spiked the punch with too much absinthe. I can't help it if I drank 13 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like hash.
I thought it was funny when I put Jester's t-shirt on my head and danced the Macarena on the sofa while singing `Enter Sandman'. I didn't mean to break Ree's stereo and don't know why Ree would sue me for criminal damage.
I don't remember calling MadMike's wife a ugly cow---even though she looked like one with green eye shadow and silver lipstick!
And when I threw up on NightAngel's husband's back, it was only because I ate too much of that curry.
After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my motorbike through my neighbor's sitting room. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a crazy bitch and have me arrested for manslaughter!
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all drunk and tired. And I'm really not to blame for any of this crazy stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and truthfully yours,
Lace (Really a nice girl!)
P.S. It's only 666 bucks!
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