Dear Santa...

Ok, so I got sent a site that does a letter to Santa for grown-ups. It's really funny, and you should go do it yourself before you read mine, below....

Santa Claus

North Pole, Earth

Dear Santa,

I have been a good girl.

It really wasn't my fault what happened at Laura's Office party. It was Steve who spiked the punch with too much rum. I can't help it if I drank 13 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like bread.

I thought it was funny when I put Laura's dress on my head and danced the tango on the sofa while singing 'So Cold'. I didn't mean to break Laura's Camera and don't know why Laura would accuse me of murder.

I don't remember calling Bill's wife a tall cow---even though she looked like one with purple eye shadow and blue lipstick!

And when I threw up on Michelle's husband's arm, it was only because I ate too much of that chocolate.

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

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

Sincerely and quickly yours,

Debbie (Really a nice girl!)

P.S. It's only 42 bucks!

Question of the Day: How much is your bail?

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