Santa Claus
North Pole, Earth



Dear Santa,

I have been a good Boy.

It really wasn't my fault what happened at Brian's Office party. It was Rachel who spiked the punch with too much Orange Juice. I can't help it if I drank 13 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like Burp.

I thought it was funny when I put Maggie's Shirt on my head and danced the Tango on the Moogle while singing `Idiotic Music'. I didn't mean to break Brian's Nintendo DS and don't know why Brian would accuse me of stealing a Nintendo DS.

I don't remember calling George W. Bush's wife a Adjective Duck---even though she looked like one with Blue eye shadow and Red lipstick!

And when I threw up on George W. Bush's Wife's husband's Breasts, it was only because I ate too much of that Spaghetti.

After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my Car through my neighbor's My Room. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a Adjective Human and have me arrested for Stole a PSP!

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

Sincerely and lol yours,
Nicolas (Really a nice Boy!)

P.S. It's only 13 bucks!