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here's my results-
I have been a good girl.
It really wasn't my fault what happened at mark's Office party. It was fiona who spiked the punch with too much whiskey. I can't help it if I drank 7 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like sage.
I thought it was funny when I put dennis's shirt on my head and danced the salsa on the chair while singing `purple rain'. I didn't mean to break mark's ham raidio and don't know why mark would accuse me of involuntary manslaughter.
I don't remember calling henry's wife a fabulous hog---even though she looked like one with red eye shadow and lavender lipstick!
And when I threw up on lynn's husband's elbow, it was only because I ate too much of that pita bread.
After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my SUV through my neighbor's closet. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a unable bobcat and have me arrested for assault!
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all ugliest and uglier. And I'm really not to blame for any of this meanest stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and very yours,
under74 (Really a nice girl!)
P.S. It's only 14 bucks!
I've always loved madlibs. I used to watch the show it was on the family network. I have one of the books around here somewhere.