I have been a good Girl.
It really wasn't my fault what happened at Bryan's Christmas party. It was Zac who spiked the punch with too much Tequila Sunrise. I can't help it if I drank 1500 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like vanilla.
I thought it was funny when I put David's skirt on my head and danced the rhumba on the sofa while singing `Die Another Day'. I didn't mean to break Bryan's pager and don't know why Bryan would sue me for breaking and entering.
I don't remember calling William's wife a slow cow---even though she looked like one with green eye shadow and blue lipstick!
And when I threw up on Jenn's husband's toe, it was only because I ate too much of that steak.
After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my hummer through my neighbor's living room. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a mild kangaroo and have me arrested for grand theft auto!
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all groggy and easy. And I'm really not to blame for any of this quick stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and slowly yours,
onyx (Really a nice Girl!)
P.S. It's only 1250 bucks!
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