#223 Mikhail Brush My Cock and Twatsicle God  @ Riverdale Grade School

We gathered in the slums of Lake Oswego for a night of nakedness and social intercourse.

God and Cock went up the hill

To fetch a pail of lager.

Cock fell down and broke into a frown

And God came shortly soon after.

As they sprayed random flour  in a confusing 8 way check by some run down house, the puzzling check eventually was solved by Downtown, her Puppy and TardCore. We literally had half minds running in every direction possible with Ph*ckedUpPhonics running into the woods, Flaming Fart and then just Lisa the opposite way only to lead to a well conceived beer check in a once thriving cul-d-sac in Lake O.
 
Thats where we met the German from Intel. It was the first time in my life I was beat to the beer check by a wise cracking German in Blue Jeans. Probably a first by many. He was a funny mother f***er and learned hashing quickly. Naughty Girl, Chester and Doublemint bitched about the omnipotent mosquito's and the Coors light. (Coincidence I think not as that beer causes mosquitoes).

Hash Axiom Number 65.86 -When haring have your spouse run the hash as it may or may not cut down on bitching about the trail.
Hash Axiom Number 3.14 -Remember your own hash name.  I believe Mikhail Brush My Cock mis- stated his own hash name at religion. But still a stellar effort by a quick to learn virgin.

Over the river, and through the woods,
To Bustling Route 43 we ran;
The hares sorta know the way to lead on the trail
through the black and gritty land

That is right we ran with late rush hours cars which was a bit hare raising (sic) but that's hashing. It was at this particular point Head First and Mystery Meet (sic) and the funny red headed girl in the web shoes led us back to the start.

Which was the end, but we had no beer until lolly gagging Gym Nasty got done hashing. So we stood around and ate giant Orange balls. As we stood around with orange balls in our mouth I heard giggling and laughing as DocSnottyBalls (DSB), GotManMilk (GM2) and UnMemerablePhu*k (UMF) had stumbled upon a name for just Lisa. DSB texted me the name and I do not have my phone so of course I do not remember the name (editors note: -I refuse to take more than 30 minutes for a write so I do no research). In other words why let the truth get in the way.

Her name was something like Cuntess of Curdled Cheese (Gym Nast corrected me) or something like that. Somebody please correct me here. Religion was led by Pabst with our usual order of business as we stood around mostly naked, swigging beers and engaging in intercourse in the slums of Lake Oswego.

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