Sunday, 3 January 2010


Dear Santa,

I have been a good girl.

It really wasn't my fault what happened at Carla's Christmas party. It was Tom who spiked the punch with too much Wishky. I can't help it if I drank 10 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like vanila.

I thought it was funny when I put Vasile's blouse on my head and danced the limbo on the bed while singing `best of both worlds'. I didn't mean to break Carla's electric chair and don't know why Carla would sue me for shoutting.

I don't remember calling Jack's wife a sexy calf---even though she looked like one with pink eye shadow and red lipstick!

And when I threw up on Rumspringa's husband's penis, 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 bike through my neighbor's bath. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a sensual pig and have me arrested for violation!

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

Sincerely and pretty yours,
Miruna (Really a nice girl!)

P.S. It's only 45745468747583673545456435665564 bucks!

Multumesc si La Multi [B]Ani [By Andy] :) M.=] Ozzy