'Tis the Season

In an effort to force myself into the Christmas spirit, I'm playing the "Dear Santa" Madlibs game found which I stole from the Princess:

Santa Claus
North Pole, Earth

Dear Santa,

I have been a good girl.

It really wasn't my fault what happened at Krazy Mommy's Office party.
It was the Princess who spiked the punch with too much Bacardi 151. I can't help
it if I drank 14 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like heaven.

I thought it was funny when I put Smooty Smoot's silk ascot on my head
and danced the cha-cha-cha on the cocktail table while singing `the Milkshake
song'. I didn't mean to break Krazy Mommy's radio controlled airplane and don't
know why Krazy Mommy would accuse me of public nudity.

I don't remember
calling Timmaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay's wife an anal kangaroo---even though she looked
like one with purple eye shadow and chartruse lipstick!

And when I threw
up on Nancy's husband's pee-pee, it was only because I ate too much of that
bread pudding in the shape of Baby Jesus.

After all that fun, I admit I
was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my Mack truck
through my neighbor's master bedroom. I don't think that was any reason for my
neighbor to call me a drunken monkey and have me arrested for lewd behavior!

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

Sincerely and sweetly yours,
GPG (Really a nice girl!)

P.S. It's only 83,000 bucks!

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