Dear Santa

Here is my mad libs Dear Santa letter. If you want to make your own, go here....
http://members.aol.com/frogiearno/dearsanta.htm

Dear Santa,

I have been a good girl.
It really wasn't my fault what happened at Zanna's Office party. It was Brad who spiked the punch with too much Martini. I can't help it if I drank 90000000 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like poo.

I thought it was funny when I put Meghan's shirt on my head and danced the macarena on the chaise lounge while singing `You Shook Me All Night Long'. I didn't mean to break Zanna's ipod and don't know why Zanna would accuse me of streaking.

I don't remember calling Eric's wife a silly chicken---even though she looked like one with red eye shadow and blue lipstick!

And when I threw up on Aimee's husband's elbow, it was only because I ate too much of that macaroni and cheese.

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

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

Sincerely and boldly yours,
Erin (Really a nice girl!)

P.S. It's only 5 bucks!