I have been a good Girl.
It really wasn't my fault what happened at Jo's Christmas party. It was Teresa who spiked the punch with too much Baileys. I can't help it if I drank 24 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like Idole.
I thought it was funny when I put Sarah's gloves on my head and danced the waltz on the chair while singing `Oh christmas tree'. I didn't mean to break Jo's hairdryer and don't know why Jo would sue me for murder.
I don't remember calling graham's wife a nice duck---even though she looked like one with pink eye shadow and red lipstick!
And when I threw up on shimelle's husband's knee, it was only because I ate too much of that meringue.
After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my car through my neighbor's kitchen. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a lovely cat and have me arrested for burglary!
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all friendly and kind. And I'm really not to blame for any of this oderly stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and yours,
Jo (Really a nice Girl!)
............haha, very witty!