SUNDAY BJHHH Run#1885: The Nightmare after Hashmas
T'was the morning after Hashmas when all through the city, Not a Hasher was stirring, Not even Nipple Kamakaze, The hares were out laying the trail with care, In the hopes that the Hashers soon would be there, The Hashers were hungover all asleep in their(?) beds, While flashbacks of Hashmas piece together in their heads, And Mama Jane at [...]