Holiday Quiz/Letter Maker - fun to be had
For all you Fa-la-la'ers, I have a great quiz/letter maker thing that is quite fun.
Try IT out.
Mine?
Dear Santa,
I have been a good Boy.
It really wasn't my fault what happened at Karen's Christmas party. It was Lysa who spiked the punch with too much Tequilla. I can't help it if I drank 6 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like Anus.
I thought it was funny when I put Scott's Jock strap on my head and danced the Electric Boogaloo on the Pumel Horse while singing `Hero'. I didn't mean to break Karen's HDTV and don't know why Karen would sue me for Child Porn Production.
I don't remember calling Jesse's wife a Wet Goat---even though she looked like one with Blue eye shadow and Maroon lipstick!
And when I threw up on Michelle's husband's Cock, it was only because I ate too much of that Edamame.
After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my Maxmia through my neighbor's Hamper. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a Horny BiSexual and have me arrested for Con Artist!
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all gorgeous and homosexual. And I'm really not to blame for any of this sultry stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and suprisingly yours,
Brian (Really a nice Boy!)
2 comments:
Um, it doesn't work. Unless the whole point was to have me spend precious minutes of my day filling out the most creative series of names, colors, and adverbs I could muster only to later find that, as most things in life, there was really no point, satisfaction, or reward. In which case, it totally worked.
Haha! I did it and this is what I got:
Dear Santa,
I have been a good girl.
It really wasn't my fault what happened at Janine's Christmas party. It was Catherine who spiked the punch with too much cosmopolitan. I can't help it if I drank 2 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like the sea.
I thought it was funny when I put Janine's shirt on my head and danced the jive on the chair while singing `Like a Prayer'. I didn't mean to break Janine's iPod and don't know why Janine would sue me for public drunkenness.
I don't remember calling Justin's wife a clever chicken---even though she looked like one with green eye shadow and pink lipstick!
And when I threw up on Janine's husband's toe, it was only because I ate too much of that pasta.
After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my Yaris through my neighbor's bathroom. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a silly budgie and have me arrested for coveting thy neighbour's wife!
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all fun and big. And I'm really not to blame for any of this old stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and what yours,
Eliza (Really a nice girl!)
P.S. It's only 22 bucks!
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