Tales > Dear Santa...

Filled out this little Christmas madlib as Sirius. *grins* Interesting results.... Makes more sense if you've read any of the MM RPG that Angie and Sprite started. *snickers*

Dear Santa,

I have been a good boy.

It really wasn't my fault what happened at Moony's Christmas party. It was Wormtail who spiked the punch with too much butterbeer. I can't help it if I drank 15 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like happiness.

I thought it was funny when I put Birdie's bra on my head and danced the tango on the kitchen table while singing `I've Got A Lovely Bunch Of Coconuts'. I didn't mean to break Moony's window and don't know why Moony would sue me for assault with a banana.

I don't remember calling Prongs's wife a foxy chick---even though she looked like one with gold eye shadow and red lipstick!

And when I threw up on Alessa's husband's shoulder, it was only because I ate too much of that eggnog.

After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my motorcycle through my neighbor's backdoor. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a sticky eel and have me arrested for indecent exposure!

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

Sincerely and cutely yours,
Padfoot (Really a nice boy!)

P.S. It's only 82 bucks!