Whatever happened to Mad-libs?

Dear Santa,I have been a good Boy.It really wasn't my fault what happened at Annie's Christmas party. It was Coz 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 Pine-sol.I thought it was funny when I put Sabrina's sock on my head and danced the Dead Bug on the Papa San Chair while singing `Why Don't We Do It in the Road'. I didn't mean to break Annie's Blender and don't know why Annie would sue me for Car Jacking.I don't remember calling Jason's wife a wet ostrich---even though she looked like one with blue eye shadow and purple lipstick!And when I threw up on Gayle's husband's foot, it was only because I ate too much of that pizza.After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my Gremlin through my neighbor's roof. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a fuzzy cat and have me arrested for adultery!So, Santa...here I sit in my jail cell on Christmas Eve, all hot and cold. And I'm really not to blame for any of this itchy stuff. Please bring me what I want the most---bail money!Sincerely and slowly yours,Rob (Really a nice Boy!)P.S. It's only 25 bucks!