WACKED OUT SEASONAL GREETINGS

jmunsey wrote:Seasons greetings from the beach at Simpsons Bay, St. Maarten! I will drink my next rum punch in toast to all of you!

;-)

Ya need ta be a bringin that punch ovah hyah....I have cherries to trade......

Have a safe and happy Christmas ......



I would like to share an experience with you all, about drinking and
driving. A couple of nights ago, I was out for a few drinks with some friends
and had a few too many beers and some rather nice claret. Knowing full well I may have been slightly over the limit, I did something I've never done
before - I took a bus home.

I arrived home safely and without incident, which was a real surprise,
as I have never driven a bus before and am not sure where I got this one.

Thank god we have no doctors in this group or we would all be dragged kicking,screaming various non disclosed words into a padded cell and forced to watch Charlie Brown & the Grinch!!

HA! HA! Merry Christmas to all & and to all keep the shiny side up!

Dragon wrote:

Well I'm going coyote hunting in Camden . Merry Christmas everyone !

‘Twas the night before Christmas when all through the garages
Not a motorcycle was rumbling, except for Santa Claus's.
The leather was hung in the closet with care
In hopes that nice weather, soon would be there ...
Our bikes were all nestled snug in their cover
With visions of blacktop and burning up rubber.
With momma in her bandana and I in my skull cap
We had settled down after a bottle of Jack...
When out on the lawn arose such a rumble
I sprang from the bed as I started to grumble.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
Was a pack of motorcycles, with riders and gear.
With one old driver so lively and quick
I knew in a moment it must be biker St. Nick.
He was dressed all in leather, from his head to his foot
His clothes were all tarnished with bugs and road soot.
A bundle of chrome he had flung on his back
Down the chimney he came, carrying a big red sack.
He spoke not a word but went straight to his work
As he filled all the riding boots, then turned with a jerk,
And laying a finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose
He sprang to his motorcycle, to his team gave a sign
As they cracked their throttles and got into a line,

Now Honda, Now Harley, Now Triumph, and Indian
On Kawi, On Suzuki, On Yamaha, Venture and Victory,

But I heard him exclaim as he roared out of sight
Keep the rubber side down and have a good ride ...
Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night

Your lucky River Rat, you get to shoot some thing. I've always wanted one of those extra long sleeve coats

Santa is going to be a little late