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Post by ForeverBigBlue on Dec 16, 2002 10:47:49 GMT -5
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Post by ForeverBigBlue on Dec 16, 2002 10:53:24 GMT -5
Here's the results of my letter:
Dear Santa,
I have been a good girl.
It really wasn't my fault what happened at Spam Hate's Christmas party. It was Tummygoat who spiked the punch with too much Big Blue Punch. I can't help it if I drank 9 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like dirty gym socks.
I thought it was funny when I put KY Kid's blue sweater on my head and danced the jitterbug on the coffee table while singing `UK fight song'. I didn't mean to break Spam Hate's big screen tv and don't know why Spam Hate would sue me for vandalism.
I don't remember calling Busted's wife a grumpy goat---even though she looked like one with blue eye shadow and orange lipstick!
And when I threw up on Aunt Heather's husband's knee, it was only because I ate too much of that filet mignon.
After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my Big Blue Bus through my neighbor's bay window. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a balding wildcat and have me arrested for robbery!
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all greasy and mild. And I'm really not to blame for any of this angry stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and slowly yours,
ForeverBigBlue (Really a nice girl!)
P.S. It's only 33 bucks!
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Post by Administrator on Dec 16, 2002 13:51:44 GMT -5
What's an adverb? ;D ;D ;D
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Post by Administrator on Dec 16, 2002 14:13:14 GMT -5
HAHAHAHA ;D
I have been a good boy.
It really wasn't my fault what happened at Faith Hill's Christmas party. It was Billy Bob Thorton who spiked the punch with too much Tom Collins. I can't help it if I drank 8 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like Code Red.
I thought it was funny when I put Ted Kennedy's thong on my head and danced the strip on the washing machine while singing `Baby got back'. I didn't mean to break Faith Hill's radar jammer and don't know why Faith Hill would sue me for impersonating an officer.
I don't remember calling Sinbad's wife a skinny sow---even though she looked like one with blue eye shadow and black lipstick!
And when I threw up on Goldie Hawn's husband's cranium, it was only because I ate too much of that pickle.
After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my Hummer through my neighbor's attic. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a her sexy gorilla and have me arrested for murder!
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all sweet and hairy. And I'm really not to blame for any of this his stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and expeditiously yours,
Tom Hanks (Really a nice boy!)
P.S. It's only 1 bucks!
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Post by ForeverBigBlue on Dec 16, 2002 14:19:32 GMT -5
I see you discovered what an adverb was! ;D ;D ;D (for future reference and for those grammatically-challenged, an adverb is basically just a verb with an "ly" tossed on the end....like "lively" or "deadly" or "expeditiously"  ) |
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Post by KY Kid on Dec 17, 2002 22:20:23 GMT -5
I liked those panties on my head  Dear Santa, I have been a good boy. It really wasn't my fault what happened at Tummygoat's Christmas party. It was Spam Hate who spiked the punch with too much Vodka. I can't help it if I drank 7 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like apple. I thought it was funny when I put Foreverbigblue's panties on my head and danced the french fry on the couch while singing `R-E-S-P-E-C-T'. I didn't mean to break Tummygoat's playstation and don't know why Tummygoat would sue me for stealing. I don't remember calling Matt's wife a sweet Cow---even though she looked like one with pink eye shadow and blue lipstick! And when I threw up on Amanda's husband's head, it was only because I ate too much of that Chips and dip. 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 fast dog and have me arrested for arson! So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all nice and big. And I'm really not to blame for any of this cool stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money! Sincerely and slowly yours, Randy (Really a nice boy!) P.S. It's only 10 bucks!
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Post by Administrator on Dec 17, 2002 22:32:18 GMT -5
Well there goes the WM New Years party. TexasBlue will not let FBB come after reading that. ;D
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Post by ForeverBigBlue on Dec 18, 2002 17:00:23 GMT -5
Hey Spammy, it was YOU that spiked the punch! ;D
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Post by Administrator on Dec 18, 2002 17:17:24 GMT -5
Hey Spammy, it was YOU that spiked the punch! ;D Since I do not remember that, it must have been around the same time I was dancing on the washing machine. ;D |
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Post by TexasBlue on Dec 19, 2002 19:12:00 GMT -5
I have got to make it to this party??!!!!!
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Post by Kybluegal on Dec 20, 2002 21:35:22 GMT -5
Dear Santa,
I have been a good Girl.
It really wasn't my fault what happened at Donna's Christmas party. It was Margaret who spiked the punch with too much Coke. I can't help it if I drank 7 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like Pecan.
I thought it was funny when I put Tim's jeans on my head and danced the slow dance on the table while singing `These Days'. I didn't mean to break Donna's microwave and don't know why Donna would sue me for stealing.
I don't remember calling Michael's wife a ugly pig---even though she looked like one with blue eye shadow and red lipstick!
And when I threw up on Jeanette's husband's arm, 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 car through my neighbor's living room. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a stupid dog and have me arrested for kidnapping!
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all sad and crying. And I'm really not to blame for any of this storm stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and happily yours,
Belinda (Really a nice Girl!)
P.S. It's only 7 bucks!
LOL
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