I'm a single black mother that is raising a wonderful lil boy!!!
Santa Claus North Pole, Earth Dear Santa, I have been a good Girl. It really wasn't my fault what happened at Anne's Office party. It was Cathy who spiked the punch with too much Amaretto Stone Sour. I can't help it if I drank 10 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like Foul Baby Shit. I thought it was funny when I put Yolanda's T-Shirt on my head and danced the Stepping on the Couch while singing `Gangsta Bitch'. I didn't mean to break Anne's Cell Phone and don't know why Anne would accuse me of Drive-by. I don't remember calling Claude's wife a Thirsty Cow---even though she looked like one with Brown eye shadow and Black lipstick! And when I threw up on Yolanda's husband's Belly Button, it was only because I ate too much of that Greens. After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my CRV through my neighbor's Living Room. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a Hungry Pit-bull and have me arrested for Strangling! So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all Poor and Dry. And I'm really not to blame for any of this Wet stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money! Sincerely and very yours, Kasandra (Really a nice Girl!) P.S. It's only 25 bucks!
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