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Dear Santa,
I have been a good boy.
It really wasn't my fault what happened at mike's Christmas party. It was josh who spiked the punch with too much beer. I can't help it if I drank 28 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like fart.
I thought it was funny when I put matt's bra on my head and danced the tango on the vibrateing bed while singing `back and black '. I didn't mean to break mike's cell phone and don't know why mike would sue me for street racing... lol tom.
I don't remember calling jeff's wife a hard pig---even though she looked like one with blue eye shadow and green lipstick!
And when I threw up on lindy's husband's ass, it was only because I ate too much of that pizza.
After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my dsm through my neighbor's garage. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a long horse and have me arrested for speeding .. lol tom again!
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all soft and short. And I'm really not to blame for any of this small stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and vigoriously yours,
stuart (Really a nice boy!)
P.S. It's only 82 bucks!
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it seems like mine are a little bit of the two above
thougth i wasn't planned.