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[cheekbones3]

Dear Santa,

I have been a good Yes.

It really wasn't my fault what happened at Dave's Christmas party. It was Dee who spiked the punch with too much Water. I can't help it if I drank five thousand, four hundred and twenty seven glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like Scent.

I thought it was funny when I put Big Dick's Scarf on my head and danced the Yes on the Soft and comfortable while singing `Nazi Punks Fuck Off'. I didn't mean to break Dave's Car and don't know why Dave would sue me for Trespass.

I don't remember calling Steve's wife a puffy rabbit---even though she looked like one with aquamarine tinged with purple eye shadow and yellow with pink mr. blobby-esque spots lipstick!

And when I threw up on Vicki's husband's shoulder blade, it was only because I ate too much of that mushy peas with mint sauce.

After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my omnibus through my neighbor's upstairs. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbour to call me a buggered cat and have me arrested for drunk in charge!

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

Sincerely and wistfully yours,
Ian (Really a nice Yes!)

P.S. It's only sixty-eight million, seven hundred and two thousand and four bucks!

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[moohoofer.livejournal.com]

Your nights out sound much like mine haha