Not even Santa can avoid a TSA “enhanced pat down.”
Unbelievable. I’ve been flying over 150 years and now I have to prove I’m not a terrorist? What was it, the beard?
The indignity of it all, that’s what gets me. I’m revered the world over. I get more fan mail than bin Laden and Obama combined. And I have to open up and spread ‘em for some rent-a-cop like I’m the grand poobah of al-Grincha. Some might call that fair; I call it naughty.
Whoa there, pal. Easy with that particular package, OK? If anything happens to it I don’t think even my elves could make another one.
Get your T-shirt here.