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Harmon · 12-14-2005, 12:54 PM

Hahah! That's a keeper for my family emails... thanks Loryn

Here is mine:

Santa Clause
North Pole, Earth

Dear Santa,

I have been a good boy.
It really wasn't my fault what happened at Tommy's Office party. It was Danny who spiked the punch with too much Beer. I can't help it if I drank 8 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like dog shit.

I thought it was funny when I put Mikey's underwear on my head and danced the the funky chicken on the sofa while singing `Stairway to Heaven'. I didn't mean to break Tommy's Ipod and don't know why Tommy would accuse me of indecent exposure.

I don't remember calling Ian's wife a filthy chicken---even though she looked like one with blue eye shadow and red lipstick!

And when I threw up on Christine's husband's Anus, it was only because I ate too much of that Peanut.

After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my Rolld Royce through my neighbor's Attic. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a juicy squirrel and have me arrested for rape!

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

Sincerely and was yours,
Harmon (Really a nice boy!)

P.S. It's only 42 bucks!

12-14-2005, 12:54 PM
Harmon ( ͡ʘ╭͜ʖ╮͡ʘ) Industry Role: Join Date: Mar 2004 Posts: 20,010	Hahah! That's a keeper for my family emails... thanks Loryn Here is mine: Santa Clause North Pole, Earth Dear Santa, I have been a good boy. It really wasn't my fault what happened at Tommy's Office party. It was Danny who spiked the punch with too much Beer. I can't help it if I drank 8 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like dog shit. I thought it was funny when I put Mikey's underwear on my head and danced the the funky chicken on the sofa while singing `Stairway to Heaven'. I didn't mean to break Tommy's Ipod and don't know why Tommy would accuse me of indecent exposure. I don't remember calling Ian's wife a filthy chicken---even though she looked like one with blue eye shadow and red lipstick! And when I threw up on Christine's husband's Anus, it was only because I ate too much of that Peanut. After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my Rolld Royce through my neighbor's Attic. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a juicy squirrel and have me arrested for rape! So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all retarded and unbelievable. And I'm really not to blame for any of this fatastic stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money! Sincerely and was yours, Harmon (Really a nice boy!) P.S. It's only 42 bucks! __________________ [email protected]