Wild Motorcycle Tales Here's a great story from Triple-e. Got your own story? Send it to me. Don't Make Santa Mad It was Christmas eve day in 2005 or 2006. Temp was in the high 60s and low 70s. This was unusually warm here in southwest Ohio. Early afternoon I was returning from last minute Christmas shopping. In my neighborhood there is a biker bar and I stopped to get a beer and a sandwich. As I got out of my truck, I spotted Santa Claus getting off a geezer-glide. He was helping Mrs Claus out of a sidecar. Mrs Claus was very skimpily dressed in a Mrs Claus outfit. WOW! A looker. She handed him his goodie bag from the sidecar and they proceeded to the door. Santa walked to the end of the bar and did some Ho-Ho's. He reached into the goodie bag and was giving small double-shot bottles of booze to everyone and Mrs C. gave each person a kiss on the cheek. Everyone thanked him. The guy next to me said to Santa: "I don't like this kind. Give me another one." Mrs C. snatched the bottle from his hand and said, "Don't piss off Santa." He got nothing from Santa that year. I guess he knows if you're naughty or nice. --Triple-e
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