Of course.

Take the 100 Acre Personality Quiz!

I know... you're asking yourself if I skewed my answers to get this result. Well, of course. But only after I got Piglet the first time through by answering honestly. I am so not Piglet!!

So... my friend that I thought I'd lost due to a big whoppin' misunderstanding? We cleared the air and are friends again. So I'm relieved and happy about that.

Oh, and GIP! I'm trying to get myself into a Christmassy mood. I don't think it's working, but I wanted some new icons anyway.

Hee! I did all that? I am good...

Gakked from mlleelizabeth...


Dear Santa,

I have been a good girl.

It really wasn't my fault what happened at Peach's Christmas party. It was Elaine who spiked the punch with too much Midori Sour. I can't help it if I drank 8 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like peppermint.

I thought it was funny when I put Elizabeth's thong on my head and danced the hokey pokey on the chrome and leather chaise while singing `Funky Cold Medina '. I didn't mean to break Peach's radar detector and don't know why Peach would sue me for polygamy.

I don't remember calling Danny's wife a delectable donkey---even though she looked like one with ice blue eye shadow and razzmatazz raspberry lipstick!

And when I threw up on Kristen's husband's left ear, it was only because I ate too much of that tiramisu.

After all that fun, I admit I was a little tired. So I fell asleep on my way home and drove my Pontiac Aztek through my neighbor's vestibule. I don't think that was any reason for my neighbor to call me a snazzy Gouldian Finch and have me arrested for indecent exposure!

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

Sincerely and inexplicably yours,
Jen (Really a nice girl!)

P.S. It's only 8 bucks!


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