This comes courtesy of wtv-zone.com
. A friend of mine sent me the link. I'm cutting the results, mainly because it has naughty language.
I have been a good boy.
It really wasn't my fault what happened at Erin's Christmas party. It was Chris who spiked the punch with too much Rum. I can't help it if I drank 21 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like love juice.
I thought it was funny when I put Rich's shirt on my head and danced the disco on the papasan while singing `big ol' butt'. I didn't mean to break Erin's computer and don't know why Erin would sue me for statutory rape.
I don't remember calling Richard's wife a sexy sheep---even though she looked like one with blue eye shadow and yellow lipstick!
And when I threw up on Lisa's husband's penis, it was only because I ate too much of that lasagna.
After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my Isuzu P/up through my neighbor's living room. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a melodious pig and have me arrested for streaking!
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all stinky and boring. And I'm really not to blame for any of this skanky stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and lazily yours,
James (Really a nice boy!)
P.S. It's only 69 bucks!