Santa Claus
North Pole, Earth
Dear Santa,
I have been a good Boy.
It really wasn't my fault what happened at Marsela's Office party. It was Hermes who spiked the punch with too much Wisky. I can't help it if I drank 20 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like Chocolate.
I thought it was funny when I put Alba's Socks on my head and danced the Salsa on the Cupboard while singing `Happy Birthday to you'. I didn't mean to break Melody's Stereo and don't know why Marsela would accuse me of Theft.
I don't remember calling Ervin's wife a Beautiful Pig---even though she looked like one with Red eye shadow and Brown lipstick!
And when I threw up on Ledia's husband's Mouth, it was only because I ate too much of that Pizza.
After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my Motorcycle through my neighbor's Bathroom. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a Bored Dog and have me arrested for Bankruptcy!
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all Happy and Fat. And I'm really not to blame for any of this Cool stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and Stupidly yours,
Glen (Really a nice Boy!)
P.S. It's only 90 bucks!
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