It really wasn't my fault what happened at Mike's (administrator) Christmas party. It was RusticWildFire who spiked the punch with too much wine. I can't help it if I drank 23 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like horse poo with a mysterious flavour in it.
I thought it was funny when I put Appylover's size 54 bra on my head and it slipped all the way to the floor while dancing the Jive on the computer chair and singing `Listen to you Heart'. I didn't mean to break JustDressageit's water bra errr ballons- she said I could borrow them and don't know how it ended down on 3Neighs shirt. I certainly shouldn't have been sued for it.
I don't remember calling Kentucky's wife a large horse---even though she looked like one with red eye shadow and baby blue lipstick! Good buttocks though.
And when I threw up on Iride's neck, it was only because I ate too much of that turkey that his wife cooked. Note to self..have someone taste test it first.
After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my Audi through Farmpony's bathroom. I don't think that was any reason for Farmpony to call me a scared dog and have me arrested for speeding! I was hoping to see Percy..in some sort of state.
So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all dirty and cold. And I'm really not to blame for any of this stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!
Sincerely and patiently yours,
Spyder (Really a nice girl!...sometimes)
P.S. It's only 6 bucks!