Dear Santa,
I have been a good Girl.
It really wasn't my fault what happened at Mary's Christmas party. It was Dustin who spiked the punch with too much Rum. I can't help it if I drank 149 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like Cherry.
I thought it was funny when I put Pam's Boxer's on my head and danced the The Robot on the Coffee Table while singing `In to the Night'. I didn't mean to break Mary's Big Screen Tv and don't know why Mary would sue me for Sexual Harassment.
I don't remember calling Jason's wife a Moaning Cow---even though she looked like one with Orange eye shadow and Plum lipstick!
And when I threw up on Tammy's husband's Thigh, it was only because I ate too much of that Cherries.
After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my Ford Focus through my neighbor's Kitchen. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a Disturbing Fish and have me arrested for Human Trafficing!
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all Innocent and Naughty. And I'm really not to blame for any of this Defiant stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and brazenly yours,
Beverly (Really a nice Girl!)
P.S. It's only 1652 bucks!
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