The 12 Days of A Biker Christmas (Funny!)

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The 12 Days Of A Biker Christmas

On the first day of Christmas, my Old Lady sent to me:

The gift of a new bike key.

On the second day of Christmas, my Old Lady sent to me:

Two “Bitch Fell Off” shirts, and the gift of a new bike key.

On the third day of Christmas, my Old Lady sent to me:

Three pairs of goggles, two “Bitch Fell Off” shirts, and the gift of a new bike key.

On the fourth day of Christmas, my Old Lady sent to me:

Four icy cold ones, three pairs of goggles, two “Bitch Fell Off” shirts, and the gift of a new bike key.

On the fifth day of Christmas, my Old Lady sent to me:

Five dancing strippers, four icy cold ones, three pairs of goggles, two “Bitch Fell Off” shirts, and the gift of a new bike key.

 On the sixth day of Christmas, my Old Lady sent to me:

Six kamakazis (not those kinds of Kamakazis, we’re talking shots!), five dancing strippers, four icy cold ones, three pairs of goggles, two “Bitch Fell Off” shirts, and the gift of a new bike key.

On the seventh day of Christmas, my Old Lady sent to me:

Seven leather jackets, six kamakazis, five dancing strippers, four icy cold ones, three pairs of goggles, and with all that consumption I have really, really got to go pee. 

On the eighth day of Christmas, my Old Lady sent to me:

$8,000 to pay for her own boob job!! 

(assumed; seven leather jackets, six kamakazis, five dancing strippers, four icy cold ones, three pairs of goggles, two “Bitch Fell Off” shirts, and the gift of a new bike key.)

On the ninth day of Christmas, my Old Lady sent to me:

A bachelor party even though I’m married! 

(assumed; $8,000 to pay for her own boob job!!, seven leather jackets, six kamakazis, five dancing strippers, four icy cold ones, three pairs of goggles, two “Bitch Fell Off” shirts, and the gift of a new bike key.)

On the tenth day of Christmas, my Old Lady sent to me:

A 2-bedroom, 8-car garage house in downtown Sturgis!!!, 9 bachelor parties, $8,000 to pay for her own boob job!!, seven leather jackets, six kamakazis, five dancing strippers, four icy cold ones, three pairs of goggles, two “Bitch Fell Off” shirts, and the gift of a new bike key.

On the eleventh day of Christmas, my Old Lady sent to me:

Eleven big old fatties! (not that kind of fatty dude *cough, cough, cough, cough*

(assumed; a 2-bedroom, 8-car garage house in downtown Sturgis!!!, 9 bachelor parties, $8,000 to pay for her own boob job!!, seven leather jackets, six kamakazis, five dancing strippers, four icy cold ones, three pairs of goggles, two “Bitch Fell Off” shirts, and the gift of a new bike key.)

On the twelfth day of Christmas, my Old Lady sent to me:

The greatest gift of all, a promise from the Old Lady, when I ask to go riding, all I’ll hear are two words – “Have Fun!”, eleven big old fatties!, a 2-bedroom, 8-car garage house in downtown Sturgis!!!, 9 bachelor parties, $8,000 to pay for her own boob job!!, seven leather jackets, six kamakazis, five dancing strippers, four icy cold ones, three pairs of goggles, two “Bitch Fell Off” shirts, and the gift of a new bike key!!

Tell us in the comments if this is what your Christmas list looks like!

Song, lyrics, and video courtesy of Bob Yezek, YouTube.

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