Dear Santa,

I have been a good girl.

It really wasn't my fault what happened at Robin's Christmas party. It was Dana who spiked the punch with too much rum. I can't help it if I drank 10 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like fruit.

I thought it was funny when I put Amy's shirt on my head and danced the hustle on the couch while singing `My Humps'. I didn't mean to break Robin's dvd and don't know why Robin would sue me for stealing.

I don't remember calling Donnie's wife a large pig---even though she looked like one with orange eye shadow and black lipstick!

And when I threw up on Kim's husband's leg, it was only because I ate too much of that turkey.

After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my van through my neighbor's bedroom. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a hideous dog and have me arrested for mugging!

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

Sincerely and warmly yours,
Anna (Really a nice girl!)

P.S. It's only 496 bucks!



HEHE! That was fun!