‘Sup. A live trail hared by Brrrrrrrgggggggggghhhhhhhh‘s porno pink shorts turned a lot of people upside down. Pull the Plug reported that FRB’s were frosting at the mug during happy hour and were taunting poor old Brghhhhhhhhh that they were going to catch her and then steal her shorts and then do a Silence of the Lambs tuckjob and prance around in her skivvies. The scoundrels. May your johnsons forever rot in PI.
So a bunch of hasher dudes hung out at Bohemeo’s waiting for Brgggggggggh’s appearance. It was like a methadone clinic w/out the methadone. Grippy Jim’s everywhere. We just looked absently at one another telepathically saying “WHERE’S Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh?” And when I say dudes I mean in the masculine sense. Not a harrierette to be found. McPisser immediately saw the scene and said “Where all the women @???!”
And slowly 1×1 the women started drifting down from heaven. And all was right in the world. Bbbbbbbbbbbbbrgh showed up to aggravate and entice the pack by NOT wearing the beloved porno pink shorts! The nerve! She was dressed in a lovely all black fall ensemble from the 1983 Jean Paul Gaultier line, viagra ed the strictly ninja set to be exact. As we milled around an elder visitor by the name of Sugar Daddy who was from Malaysia proudly displayed his gunshot wound from time spent in Nigeria. Remind me to never to go there.
Trail was cool it took you through some shig, viagra order some pavements, herbal some institutes of HIGHER learning (heh heh), and near railroad tracks where a dude in a truck watched you ever so closely. And what about that bridge over troubled water? And remember the size of those urine cakes at the beer check? They did not taste like cake like that guy said.
We came to the end and Assgrabber & volunteers cooked up some delish foods. Volunteers take a bow, you know who you are. RA Ramrod decided to place the circle in an enormous fireant pit. Must be some videogame reference that nonvirgins are not familiar with. Mr. Dick-Rectionally Challenged told the happy circle that BRRGGGHHH brought out 69 hashers! 69 is also a sexual position! Kismet!
After introducing our round of visitors Sugar Daddy showed us what the Malay hash likes to sing by singing Father Abraham. If U don’t know the words they go like this:
Father Abraham had seven sons
Seven sons had father Abraham
And he never laughed
And he never cried
All he did was go lile this
With a left
(Repeat Father Abraham chorus)
With a left,and a right,and a left leg
(Repeat Father Abraham chorus)
With a left,and a right,and aleft leg,and a right leg
(Repeat Father Abraham chorus)
With a left,and a rigt,and a left leg,and a rigt leg,and a head
(Repeat Father Abraham chorus)
With a left,and a right,and a left leg,and a right leg,and a head,and a ooooo
(lower body forward)
(Repeat Father Abraham chorus)last tin
And repeat for like 666 minutes.
Parson’s Nose was recognized by Geek for hashing 200 times. CreamONMYback was recognized by Geek for hashing 50 times. Rancid Asshole apparently got mad at this and pulled Roadkill’s shorts down flooding people’s eyeballs with assncock. The hash was not happy. Rancid was banished to the grocery store to get more beer. Then we went back to Bohemeo’s where it was open mic night. Dick Assley did not perform his improvishness.
On On you vermin.