My friend Amanda and I were just driving home and spied this fella just meandering about on a nice Spring day.
Dressed in his finest.
We call him Nazi Santa.
Dressed in his finest.
We call him Nazi Santa.
Hey! Wha’ Happen?
6 years ago
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
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Instead of sitting on his lap to tell him all the things you want for Christmas...what would they do?
Love it. You also forgot to mention the cigarette hanging from his fingertips!
Classy!
I sure hope he was headed to a sick, twisted costume party.
wIt takes all kinds to make the world go round, but this makes me afraid to send my kids out of the house. He's as nutty as a fruit cake!
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