Dear Santa,
I have been a good boy.
It really wasn't my fault what happened at
I thought it was funny when I put
I don't remember calling
And when I threw up on
After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my transit bus through my neighbor's foyer. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a flatulating squirrel and have me arrested for solicitation of sexual favours!
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all dark and courageous. And I'm really not to blame for any of this shiny stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and adverbally yours,
Kuo (Really a nice boy!)
P.S. It's only 13 bucks!