Jikoni
Sous Chef
Dear Santa
Dear Santa,
I have been a good girl.
It really wasn't my fault what happened at Stella's's Christmas party. It was Judy (London) who spiked the punch with too much tequila. I can't help it if I drank 6 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like Chance by Channel.
I thought it was funny when I put Colleta's skirt on my head and danced the chakacha on the sofa while singing `home for Christmas'. I didn't mean to break Stella's's Ipod and don't know why Stella would sue me for theft.
I don't remember calling Fergus's wife a miserable cow---even though she looked like one with pink eye shadow and red lipstick!
And when I threw up on Patoo's husband's shirt it was only because I ate too much of that fish and chips.
After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my Maserati through my neighbor's bedroom. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a fat giraffe and have me arrested for jay walking
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all pissed and happy. And I'm really not to blame for any of this nice stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and cautiously yours,
Hyacinth (Really a nice girl!)
P.S. It's only 3 bucks!
What's yours?
Dear Santa,
I have been a good girl.
It really wasn't my fault what happened at Stella's's Christmas party. It was Judy (London) who spiked the punch with too much tequila. I can't help it if I drank 6 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like Chance by Channel.
I thought it was funny when I put Colleta's skirt on my head and danced the chakacha on the sofa while singing `home for Christmas'. I didn't mean to break Stella's's Ipod and don't know why Stella would sue me for theft.
I don't remember calling Fergus's wife a miserable cow---even though she looked like one with pink eye shadow and red lipstick!
And when I threw up on Patoo's husband's shirt it was only because I ate too much of that fish and chips.
After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my Maserati through my neighbor's bedroom. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a fat giraffe and have me arrested for jay walking
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all pissed and happy. And I'm really not to blame for any of this nice stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and cautiously yours,
Hyacinth (Really a nice girl!)
P.S. It's only 3 bucks!
What's yours?