Gender: Unspecified Location: Lost in a Roman Wilderness of Pain
Santa Clause
North Pole, Earth
Dear Santa,
I have been a good boy.
It really wasn't my fault what happened at agustin's Office party. It was kalsea who spiked the punch with too much beer. I can't help it if I drank 13 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like vomit.
I thought it was funny when I put ian's underwear on my head and danced the waltz on the pool table while singing `Denkmal'. I didn't mean to break agustin's cellphone and don't know why agustin would accuse me of thievery.
I don't remember calling matt's wife a hot cow---even though she looked like one with purple eye shadow and blue lipstick!
And when I threw up on jennifer's husband's bellybutton, it was only because I ate too much of that fries.
After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my porsche through my neighbor's kitchen. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a sexy cat and have me arrested for man slaughter!
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all exciting and interesting. And I'm really not to blame for any of this obnoxious stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
__________________ "Progress is man's ability to complicate simplicity." — Thor Heyerdahl
It really wasn't my fault what happened at Ryan's Christmas party. It was Jimmy who spiked the punch with too much margarita. I can't help it if I drank 78 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like shit.
I thought it was funny when I put Ryan's pants on my head and danced the tango on the chair while singing `Oh Baby!'. I didn't mean to break Ryan's cell phone and don't know why Ryan would sue me for murder.
I don't remember calling Mike's wife a furry pig---even though she looked like one with blue eye shadow and green lipstick!
And when I threw up on Jessie's husband's arm, it was only because I ate too much of that cereal.
After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my truck through my neighbor's bedroom. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a fat cow and have me arrested for rape!
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all smelly and hairy. And I'm really not to blame for any of this porous stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and slowly yours,
Hotsauce! (Really a nice boy!)
KMC Community Forums
Dec 14th, 2005 07:11 PM
Scat freak!
