Mad lib Santa
Found this site...it's a Mad lib Santa letter. (remember Mad libs?) I thought it was fun so I'll post mine and strongly encourage you to do the same for a good chuckle.
Santa Clause North Pole, Earth
I have been a good girl.
It really wasn't my fault what happened at Jenni's Office party. It was Cathy who spiked the punch with too much vodka. I can't help it if I drank 24 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like fruit.
I thought it was funny when I put Jenni's jacket on my head and danced the mambo on the desk while singing "Jingle Bells"'. I didn't mean to break Jenni's cell phone and don't know why Jenni would accuse me of larceny.
I don't remember calling Michael's wife a cheesy sheep---even though she looked like one with blue eye shadow and fuschia lipstick!
And when I threw up on Angela's husband's toe, it was only because I ate too much of that spaghetti.
After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my Mazda through my neighbor's dining room. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a lumpy dog and have me arrested for treason!
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all shiny and moist. And I'm really not to blame for any of this poofy stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and roughly yours,
Jodi (Really a nice girl!)
P.S. It's only 7 bucks!