“Welcome, one and all, to the Rocky Bowel Movement Picture Show!” Wash This Asshole took a bow.

“Huh?” asked Rocky Bowel Movement.

One And Done took to the stage, kicking his legs in a chorus line of one. Wrinklepecker and Cosmic Pussy jumped in as backup:

“My legs pounding
Dickweed’s fleeting
Backchecks takes their toll
But listen closely
Not for very much longer
The RAs have lost control”

Humpy could only shake his head. Cuming Mutha leapt to the front with Dr. Kimble and Just Doesn’t Get It:

“I remember doing the hash trail
Drinking with Fucker when
The blackness would hit me
And Got Wood would be calling

Let's do the hash trail again
Let's do the hash trail again”

Sexxx-ray and Meat Hall of Fame joined the chorus together:

“It's just a false to the left
And catch the hare on the right
Do some stairs for your hips
Don’t bring your knees in tight

But it's Hand Pump’s beer van,
That really drives you insane
Let's do the hash trail again
Let's do the hash trail again”

Minor 69er took her turn:

“It's so dreamy
Oh, nipples, free me
Cockamole will see me
It’s not for all

In another dimension
With Masterbaster’s intention
Trail demarcated,
I see all

With a bit of a cup flip
Blowfish does a time slip
And THUNDERPISS will never be the same
Backhoe’s found the sensation
It’s inebriation

Let's do the hash trail again
Let's do the hash trail again"

Skid Mark did a cartwheel across the stage:

“Well, I was walking down the street just a-having a think
When Table Me gave me a curious wink
She shook-a me up, Touchmaster ran right by
They had Mary Tyler Whore and Wine Rack beside

They stared at me and I felt a change
Trail meant nothing, never would again”

Cockamole and Do Her Well descended from the heavens on squelching vines, while Five Angry Inches did laps in the background. Dirty Man Colada tapped his feet, and Damien The Antichrist clapped in time:

“It's just a false to the left
And then a check to the right
Do some stairs for your hips
Don’t bring your knees in tight

But it's Hand Pump’s beer van,
That really drives you insane
Let's do the hash trail again
Let's do the hash trail again”

“Tickets are seven dollars!” yelled Muff Daddy as they cleared out, and silence took over the park once more.

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“You're still here?” Lost in Foreskin wandered to the front in a bathrobe. “It's over. Go home.”