It really wasn't my fault what happened at Christine's Christmas party. It was Ryan who spiked the punch with too much Beer. I can't help it if I drank 24 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like vanilla.
I thought it was funny when I put Christina's skirt on my head and danced the two-step on the chair while singing `Jingle Bells'. I didn't mean to break Christine's IPOD and don't know why Christine would sue me for Prostitution.
I don't remember calling Don's wife a apple sheep---even though she looked like one with purple eye shadow and red lipstick!
And when I threw up on nadia's husband's legs, it was only because I ate too much of that lettuce.
After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my ford through my neighbor's garage. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a pickle wolf and have me arrested for burgulary!
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all dog and cat. And I'm really not to blame for any of this else stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and hat yours, BBB (Really a nice Girl!)
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