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Better smoke on somethin first.
I did.
*bowl*<font size="1">
Dear Santa,
I have been a good boy.
It really wasn't my fault what happened at Quiet's Christmas party. It was Labret who spiked the punch with too much Vodka. I can't help it if I drank 69 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like Vomit and Carrots.
I thought it was funny when I put Amp's panties on my head and danced the second line on the sofa while singing `Baby got Back'. I didn't mean to break Quiet's radio and don't know why Quiet would sue me for murder.
I don't remember calling Sly's wife a dumb goat---even though she looked like one with black eye shadow and red lipstick!
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 bathroom. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a stinky cat and have me arrested for prostitution!
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all dumb and drunk. And I'm really not to blame for any of this dirty stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and very yours,
Fletch (Really a nice boy!)
P.S. It's only 10 bucks! </font>
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