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wheelying Jesus on a Harley!!!

Santa rides a Harley.

Gosh, I wonder if the parson got to sit on Joseph's... er, hog...
I just know I'm going to hell for that...

KrispyKritter: Santa rides a Harley.

I always laugh when I see a harley sticker on a big shiny SUV in the burbs.
First thought I have is: "you're doing it wrong."

Stupid people- just no escaping them.


/less helmets, more organ donors

A Harley riders nativity scene, but I thought they were mainly jewish because of those yammuke helmets?

/And a merry Kwanzaasaki to you too!

this is too cool Santa and Jesus on hogs..made my day a lot better ...born to be wild....born to be wild ...

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Published December 22, 2007
Motorcycles rolled out so the Holy Family could be shepherded in Wednesday night in Gruene at the Harley-Davidson dealership where the United Methodist Church held its Christmas Eve service.
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So, when is Christmas?

Jesus Built My Hotrod Harley.

"Rev. Karen Horan, who presided over the candlelight service, said they have the Christmas Eve event early because many in the congregation will be out of town over the holidays."

FTFA

/the more you know..

Sister Joan
- a poem by Paul Gilmartin

Sister Joan, age 54
ignores the desert sun.
The stranded church bus smoking,
no sign of anyone.

Buzzards circle overhead,
panic starts to set.
The kids are getting restless.
Her habit's soaked with sweat.

The minutes become hours.
She wobbles in the heat.
Then a distant engine roars
approaching from the east.

She squints thru horn rimmed glasses,
her pure heart skips a beat.
Snake McGinty's Harley Hog
parts the dusty heat.

Black leather clad from head to toe,
his eyelids barely open.
Sister Joan says, "Holy Ghost,
please tell me that you're jokin'!"

He parks his bike, stands six foot four
then gives her a nod.
Thru leather pants his manhood shows,
she rolls her eyes to God.

"Havin' trouble?" he barely mumbles.
"Yes sir" she replies
He pops the hood, takes off his shirt,
she covers up her eyes.

"Kids!" she says, "back on the bus,
everyone be good."
Her fingers part, her eyes take in
his reflection off the hood.

She grips her rosary tight with guilt,
then stares down at her socks.
Her mind protects her vows with God,
but her body picks the locks.

He bends to check the fan belt.
Her nipples say "Hello!"
Her eyes climb up his leather chaps
like a snail with vertigo.

She shuts her eyes and shakes her head.
Her legs start feeling funny.
"Lord," she says, "for work like this,
I'm makin' shitty money!"

He shuts the hood, "My name is Snake,
I'm wanted in five states."
She said, "Snake, you're my forbidden fruit,
and I need a little taste!"

The kids look on in disbelief.
The kisses slow, then faster.
Cheering rocks the school bus 'til
she says, "Snake let's ditch these bastards!"

As they left, the kids screamed "NO!"
She turned around and waved.
Her next confession killed a priest,
and lasted 7 days.

For years the scandal rocked the church.
But she regained their trust.
She still teaches Sunday School,
but she doesn't drive the bus.

Of course, motorcycles have a much longer history in the Bible than Jesus and the Nativity. They go way back....

"And Lo! The sound of Moses' Triumph was heard throughout the land"

WeeKeef: Of course, motorcycles have a much longer history in the Bible than Jesus and the Nativity. They go way back....

"And Lo! The sound of Moses' Triumph was heard throughout the land"

That was why the Israelites spent fourty years in the desert. Their bikes kept breaking down.