Hash Trash Run #1729 by Whose Red Weenie
Once upon a Sunday morning when I woke up, sick and groaning Gagging, Stained by free-flow wine and vomit from the night before As I rose, my head still thumping, Suddenly I head a jumping, As of naked hashers humping—humping in the room next door. “Tis some hashers,” I wondered,” “bumping uglies in the room next door.” “Some shellfish hasher [...]
