LOL. like this...
North Pole, Earth
I have been a good Boy.
It really wasn't my fault what happened at Trekchick's Office party. It was Volant Addict who spiked the punch with too much Scotch. I can't help it if I drank 37 glasses. It was so
good---smelled and tasted just like p-tex.
I thought it was funny when I put Ski Diva's Goggles on my head and danced the Helicopter on the Tuning bench while singing `Turn, turn, turn'. I didn't mean to break Trekchick's Video camera and don't know why Trekchick would accuse me of Racing.
I don't remember calling Lars's wife a Retro Gaper---even though she looked like one with Neon eye shadow and Dayglo lipstick!
And when I threw up on Bonni's husband's foot, it was only because I ate too much of that Chili.
After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my Subaru through my neighbor's bar. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a "Wear's the Fox hat" Wannabee and have me arrested for poaching! So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all deep and fluffy. And I'm really not to blame for any of this steep stuff. Please
bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and patiently yours,
Phil (Really a nice Boy!) P.S. It's only 178 bucks