You'd better watch out, you'd better not cry ... and you'd better keep your distance. A demented, would-be Santa Claus made the scene at 7th and Montana this morning ... and something tells me he wasn't in the mood for any reindeer games. He had a white beard, carried a large sack over his shoulder and muttered "ho, ho, ho" as he paced back and forth in front of the men's room door. He wasn't as heavy as Santa, but give him an Apple Fritter or two and, mark my words, we'll have our own miracle on 42nd Street ...!
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LoL...Don't know what to say in reguards to this one! I'm still recovering from a bit-O-the-Irish!___=^..^=___Kittie
You'll have something on 42nd Street if he eats those apple fritters!
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