Back Check Day JaVouz
Hares Calm Dude - Terwiliger & Nebraska -Hash 57- Weather (Like an Orgasm)- Hounds 29
Every Hound
Down in Kahuna-ville
Liked Laying a lot... But the Calm-Dude,
Who layed trail North of Bridge-Ville,
Did NOT! The Dude hated conventional checks!
The whole hashing season!
Now, please don't ask why. No one quite knows the reason.
It could be that his flour bag wasn't hanging quite right.
It could be, perhaps, that he wasn't too bright.
But the hounds think that the most likely reason of refuge
May have been that his member was two sizes too huge. But,
Whatever the reason,
His heart or the booze,
He stood there on Tuesday Eve, back-checking the fools,
Staring down Mt. Hood with a sour, Calm-Dude frown
At the warm lighted widows below in their gowns.
For he knew every Hasher in Kahuna beneath
Was busy now, back-checking under 1-5 a reach.
"Mary K and Blast Rag short cutting in cute stockings!"
he snarled with a beer.
"Today is is the Kahuna Hash! It's leaking beer!"
Calm Dude growled, with his flour fingers nervously cumming,
"I MUST find a way to keep the Hashers from coming!"
For, today, he knew... ...All the Bimbo girls and Katoys
Would wake up bright and early with Dirty Brown Eyes.
They'd rush for the sex!
And then! Oh, the back checks! Oh, the back checks!
That's one thing he hated!
The regular checks! Then the Bimbos, young and old,
would check down a neighborhood street.
And they'd feast! Following Mystery Meat!
And they'd pleat pleat pleat!
Like Sheep
Wet Spots would start on Muddy-footing,
and Just Carmen and would do hill repeats!
And THEN
They'd do something he liked least to be mean!
Every Hasher down in Kahuna, even Slut Machine,
Would stagger together, with On-On calls singing.
They'd with Coitus-checking-back again.
And would start back-checking!
They'd short-cut! And they'd complain!
AND some would short cut insane
And disdain as the more the Calm dude spewed flour on the road
The more the Dude time he bought, to Fulton I am told"
"Why for fifty-three weeks I've put up with it now!
I MUST stop Pabst Smear from finishing!
...But HOW?" Then he got an idea!
An awful idea!
THE DUDE
GOT A WONDERFUL, AWFUL IDEA!
"I know just what to do!" The Dude Laughed from his moat.
Under I 5.
So he called another back check. Then he took some flour
And he tried to set a mean muddy back check.
THEN
More flour from flour bags
And a thirty pack
On the seventh of May
And the trail started down
Toward the beer check with lots of Bimbos
Lay a-snooze in their town.
The stitch and Bitch was lost weak beer filled the air.
Mary K and Our Teacher Blast Rag
Ran crazy loops in hope of catching the Hare.
"This is back check number twenty one ," The TinkerBell hissed hissed
Blast Rag climbed to the roof, empty beerss in her fist. Then Slut Machine slid down the SouthWest trails. A rather tight pinch.
But if Calm Dude could do it, then so could the Bitch & Stitch.
Hares Calm Dude - Terwiliger & Nebraska -Hash 57- Weather (Like an Orgasm)- Hounds 29
Every Hound
Down in Kahuna-ville
Liked Laying a lot... But the Calm-Dude,
Who layed trail North of Bridge-Ville,
Did NOT! The Dude hated conventional checks!
The whole hashing season!
Now, please don't ask why. No one quite knows the reason.
It could be that his flour bag wasn't hanging quite right.
It could be, perhaps, that he wasn't too bright.
But the hounds think that the most likely reason of refuge
May have been that his member was two sizes too huge. But,
Whatever the reason,
His heart or the booze,
He stood there on Tuesday Eve, back-checking the fools,
Staring down Mt. Hood with a sour, Calm-Dude frown
At the warm lighted widows below in their gowns.
For he knew every Hasher in Kahuna beneath
Was busy now, back-checking under 1-5 a reach.
"Mary K and Blast Rag short cutting in cute stockings!"
he snarled with a beer.
"Today is is the Kahuna Hash! It's leaking beer!"
Calm Dude growled, with his flour fingers nervously cumming,
"I MUST find a way to keep the Hashers from coming!"
For, today, he knew... ...All the Bimbo girls and Katoys
Would wake up bright and early with Dirty Brown Eyes.
They'd rush for the sex!
And then! Oh, the back checks! Oh, the back checks!
That's one thing he hated!
The regular checks! Then the Bimbos, young and old,
would check down a neighborhood street.
And they'd feast! Following Mystery Meat!
And they'd pleat pleat pleat!
Like Sheep
Wet Spots would start on Muddy-footing,
and Just Carmen and would do hill repeats!
And THEN
They'd do something he liked least to be mean!
Every Hasher down in Kahuna, even Slut Machine,
Would stagger together, with On-On calls singing.
They'd with Coitus-checking-back again.
And would start back-checking!
They'd short-cut! And they'd complain!
AND some would short cut insane
And disdain as the more the Calm dude spewed flour on the road
The more the Dude time he bought, to Fulton I am told"
"Why for fifty-three weeks I've put up with it now!
I MUST stop Pabst Smear from finishing!
...But HOW?" Then he got an idea!
An awful idea!
THE DUDE
GOT A WONDERFUL, AWFUL IDEA!
"I know just what to do!" The Dude Laughed from his moat.
Under I 5.
So he called another back check. Then he took some flour
And he tried to set a mean muddy back check.
THEN
More flour from flour bags
And a thirty pack
On the seventh of May
And the trail started down
Toward the beer check with lots of Bimbos
Lay a-snooze in their town.
The stitch and Bitch was lost weak beer filled the air.
Mary K and Our Teacher Blast Rag
Ran crazy loops in hope of catching the Hare.
"This is back check number twenty one ," The TinkerBell hissed hissed
Blast Rag climbed to the roof, empty beerss in her fist. Then Slut Machine slid down the SouthWest trails. A rather tight pinch.
But if Calm Dude could do it, then so could the Bitch & Stitch.
Betty Cocker got stuck only once, for a moment or two.
And O stuck his foot in ther mud shoes no longer knew
All those flour spots a row.
"The short cutters, "are the first things to show!"
And O stuck his foot in ther mud shoes no longer knew
All those flour spots a row.
"The short cutters, "are the first things to show!"
Calm Dude he slithered and slunk,
with athe last mile most pleasant,
Around the whole trail, GoodWill Cunting was present!
Hot Curry! Ample brown Beer! Banana Bread !and Buns!
Stuffed all their bellies, one by one, down the down
Around the whole trail, GoodWill Cunting was present!
Hot Curry! Ample brown Beer! Banana Bread !and Buns!
Stuffed all their bellies, one by one, down the down
and head back to town!
Next Weeks Hash - Coitus from Pittock Mansion
Next Weeks Hash - Coitus from Pittock Mansion
General Announcement - Slut Machine has been assigned the duty of Hare Razor.
So when you receive a phone call from her. You may be haring soon.
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