Wednesday, December 14, 2005

Santa ClauseNorth Pole, Earth
Dear Santa,

I have been a good Girl.

It really wasn't my fault what happened at Circus Kelly's office party. It was Kathy who spiked the punch with too much Buttery Nipples. I can't help it if I drank 35 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like "georgio".

I thought it was funny when I put Circus Kelly's skirt on my head and danced the mambo on the desk while singing `We are the Champions'. I didn't mean to break Circus Kelly's iPod and don't know why Circus Kelly would accuse me of treason.

I don't remember calling John's wife a saucy pig---even though she looked like one with blue eye shadow and red lipstick!

And when I threw up on Mrtl's husband's arm, it was only because I ate too much of that pumpkin pie.

After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my minivan through my neighbor's den. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a crazy lion and have me arrested for assault!

So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all weak and dirty. And I'm really not to blame for any of this fuzzy stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!

Sincerely and quietly yours,Vajana (Really a nice Girl!)

P.S. It's only 58 bucks!

P.P.S. I borrowed this from Nessa who got it from here!!!

3 comments:

OldHorsetailSnake said...

My guess would be that what you want most is either a glass of water or some hair of the doggie; then maybe bail money.

mrtl said...

Pupif insists that you stop eating so much pumpkin pie. You have to save some for breakfast. That is all.

Circus Kelli said...

Gawd! I hate it when there's been an office party and I can't remember a thing about it!! Uh, pass the aspirin, please...