SFH3 Run #1804: 14th Anal Foul Weather Debacle
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: | 2017-01-16 |
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: | Ruth Asawa School of the Arts |
: | Hand Pump, Ultrahead, & Hoseblower |
: | Do Her Well |
Prelude:
In darkness my eyes did alight On the strangest Hash Pub Crawl sight ABBAH had kissed But Douchicorn had missed So Cockamole went by tandem that night.
Act I:
There once was a hare named Hand Pump Who took trail by a treacherous dump With Hoseblower and Ultrahead Through muck they had led A pack who, to a man, were all chumps.
As we watched with horror brave Shaft, Who we always knew was this daft Frogger’s his game But his knees will grow lame. Dodging cars is a young man’s craft.
Just Melissa won’t go very far, With Just Koda running into a car. The pack was amused, The hound was contused. But he still found his way to the bar.
Masterbaster looked such a fright, After Allahu Aqbark dragged him all night, Into the mud Before having a spud On All Fours could but laugh at the sight.
Act II:
If the virgin Roman Showers had brought, Could have just one more shot, He’d see Good Shit drink down The beer poured on his crown, And he’d never return to this spot.
Our visitor that night was Hat Trick Who wouldn’t show us his dick But the joke was on him Though the light was quite dim We judged size by the bulge of his prick.
Heracknophobia lined up with beer Salty Nuts and Sir Splooge Bob quite near They all had to explain Why they came back in the rain The pack found their words were quite queer.* (*Not that there’s anything wrong with that)
I met a half goat and half man, Rounding the corner of the van, Brown Eye wanted to know Which half was below. Away in the darkness, Meh ran.
Curtain call:
There resides in a country called Panama A man in a state of nirvana Diving all night Banana’s in sight Delighting all the Spanish grandmamas. |