SFH3 Run #1514
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: | 2011-11-21 |
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: | Stern Grove (Wawona & 20th) |
: | Cherry Poppins & Grassy Ass |
: | wHole Blow Out |
Grassy Ass and Cherry Poppins: A Love Story in Rhyme
There once was a hasher named Grassy, Whose demeanor was churlish and sassy. He came to Frisco Asked to hare on the go Said, “Let’s make this trail long and classy.”
And so on Cherry Poppins he’s callin’ To help send our hasher butts crawlin’. By train toward Stern Grove (or by car, if you drove) Where there’s beer checks and booze (we’ll be fallin’).
The hare lies were truthful and honest And they promised to run us the farthest. Flat and short, they applied Yet I’m certain they lied Though I’d rather not play the alarmist.
With Camel Toe watching the clock The hares sprinted on down the block, And we followed in suit As Crabs stopped to salute A branch hitting him in the cock.
We ran with such vim and such vigor On On with the promise of liquor Tears of Seamen solved checks Eagle muscles she’d flex One could swear that the beer made her quicker.
Over hills we followed the pack Towards Portola, could we be heading back? Yet above us we heard An encouraging word: “There’s booze, we’re cutting you slack!”
Peppermint Schnapps and Sangria too, Have a shot, have a drink, stay a few The eagles were gone As we Turkeys moved on Down the trail and in search of some brew.
Yet a reservoir now slowed our progress (No Shit helped, but now I digress) As we searched high and low Just Brent Fox lead the show Near the beer which we all would possess.
Can’t Rush Anal and dear Tasty Bacon In the kitchen they both had been makin’ Some pasta and bread And some shots they’d been fed, ‘Twas the soberness those two had been fakin’.
But the beer, oh the beer! It was sour. Shaft and Massive, they whined by the hour “T’isn’t Jasper,” they cried. “Damn you Hand Pump, you lied!” And their faces were sad, dumb and dour.
We gave our Miss Facebook a down-down For behavior that truly was frowned on As she drank down her beer Round the circle you’d hear Of a hasher we truly relied on.
And the hash got a piece with good timing As the RAs were done with their jibing. Now get on with your time And I’ll go along mine Screw you all, I’m tired of rhyming.
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