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Santa Claus
North Pole, Earth


Dear Santa,

I have been a good girl.
It really wasn't my fault what happened at Paula's Office party. It was Jenna who spiked the punch with too much vodka. I can't help it if I drank 12 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like roses.

I thought it was funny when I put Maria's shirt on my head and danced the balalaika on the table while singing `Pull shapes'. I didn't mean to break Paula's plasma-tv and don't know why Paula would accuse me of DUI.

I don't remember calling James's wife a mean sheep---even though she looked like one with red eye shadow and black lipstick!

And when I threw up on Susanna's husband's foot, it was only because I ate too much of that chinese.

After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my motorcycle through my neighbor's bathroom. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me an awful cow and have me arrested for hit-and-run!

So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all lonely and crappy. And I'm really not to blame for any of this crazy stuff. Please bring me what I need the most---bail money!

Sincerely and all yours,
Minttu (Really a nice girl!)

P.S. It's only 2000 bucks!

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