Heck, this is nothing compared to the rotten little scoundrel (yep, little ole me!) that did something really rotten thing's to none other than Santa Claus on two different occasions. When I was 6 I was sitting on one Santa's lap and asked him if his beard was real. He said, "Yes it is, you can even pull on it." I then proceeded to grab it and jump off his lap. Let me tell you, those darn elastic band can stretch clear to the floor! He yelled at me to let go....lmao....and I did too!. That beard smacked him in the face so hard it about took his hat off. He then proceeded to say some thing's that are rather unbecoming for a Santa....
The second was when I was about 8 when the fire engine came down through our sub-division. Santa would sit on the fire engine and toss candy canes to kids. Well, I was in my snow fort (a real cool fort too that was long side the road) that looked allot like an igloo (more like a pill box ;D) with this really cool snowball bazooka my dad had made out of plastic pipes and gun grips off my toy Thompson sub-machine gun and a huge rubber band, it looked allot like a sling shot with the pad attached. It had two slides on either side to cock it with and a catch that the plastic gun grips trigger would release. You had to muzzle load it. That thing worked cool as heck and would crank a snowball about 30 to 50 feet. Well, as the unsuspecting Santa approached, I let lose on him. Whopped him right upside the head. Luckily for me, they didn't see where it came from. Unluckily for me, my Mom did! She told me that Santa would never ever come to see me again.....
You know something, by golly, she was right......
;D
Posted: Fri Mar 25, 2005 6:42 pm
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