Hash #209 – Christmas Pub Crawl and Partay!
Hash 209 - Christmas Pub Crawl and Partay!
Those are some ugly Christmas sweaters.
A reindeer!
Wankers, elves, well-hung reindeer, ho-ho-hos, etc,
Ugly sweater xxxmas party Thursday (12/8) at Spike’s.
White elephant gift exchange.
Pub crawl and xxxmas caroling hasher-style!
Ugly Christmas sweater attire required.
Since we won’t be hashing Thursday… Princess Labia and 3 Pump Chump
promised us an extra long (so, at least 3.5 pumps) bonus trail on
Saturday!!! Yay, for Pumping Labia, Part Doo! Turkey
trail and a looooooooooooooong eagle trail. Approximately 2pm start time.
On-Jingle-Boobs-On!
Burning Rubbers
Hey Wanks, here’s a special holiday tribute!!!
Twas the night before Hashmas, and all through the land,
Hashers were stirring, the trail would be grand.
Their Hashbags were stuffed in the B Wagon with care,
In hopes that the GM soon would be there
The Harrietes were clothed all snug in their sweats
Speaking as usual, as if they all had tourettes.
And Python in his hash kilt, minus his knickers
All up for a trail, none wearing new kickers
When from a neighboring junkyard there arose such a clatter,
We ran to the fence to see what was the matter,
Over the chainlink we hopped in a flash
Ripped our hand on the top what the hell, it’s a Hash
The full moon shone down on a field of old tires,
And a group of hobo’s warming hands round a fire
When what to our wandering eyes should be there
But our drunken RA Matzo Balls, The Hare
With a great big beer belly and a keg full of lager
I feared the RA would soon lead us to slaughter!
More rapid than eagles his co-hares they came
And he guzzled and belched and called them by name;
Now Big Chihuahua, Now Stranger, Now Otter, Now Beaver
On Greasy, On Clams, On Rocket, and Cuffy!!!
Through the worst of the Shiggy through cow field and dale,
Hare Away, Hare Away, Lay us a trail!!!
As dry heaves that after indulgence to retch,
The Hares sprinted off with nary a stretch,
And into the woods with their flour they flew,
Where is the beermeistress with PBR and Shock Top too???
When all of a sudden, headlights loomed in the dark,
And we watched in awed silence as a Red car did park
Then from this dank SUV there sprang with a hail,
The Beermeistress OHD who we thought was in jail!!!
She was dressed in hash rags from red hair to tattoo
Lugging two large coolers filled with beer and whiskey too
A well worn hash whistle she held in her teeth
And her BO encircled the pack like a wreath
Our long missing Hash Shit did she clutch in her hand,
And she looked like she’d come from some underground land
Less Beer More Men let out some laughter,
Already asking where was the on-after???
OHD said not a word but went straight to the tap,
Started filling up vessels oh what a good sap
She took off down trail , leaving us stunned
It was hard to believe she could actually run
But we heard her exclaim as she ran out of sight,
ON ON WANKERS, MERRY HASHMAS, GOOD NIGHT!!!
– shamelessly pilfered from Stinky P who shamelessly pilfered from Flying Booger and now rewritten by OHD of SLOH3