Dearest Wankers:
We'll be hashing this Sat., by gummy. Accuweather says clowdy and 52, so
it'll be a lovely day for some half -mind frolicking.
Location: Cartop Ramp at the bottom of Moores Creek and Stipp Roads.
Time: We'll congeal as a hash at 3:00 p.m.
Cost: $5, American until the Yuan takes over as the world reserve
currency Butt, if you are virginal in your hashing experience you 'uns
are free. (Get, it? I crack myself up sometimes!)
Di-erections: Go down (I said "go down," he he) 446 from E. third St.
Good evening, hashers!
Forget pro wrestling, "ultimate fighting" is for poofters -- come out this Saturday and join the Blooming Fools Hash House Harriers for the HASH OF THE TITANS! Your hares, Maliblow and Siouxsie, have created a weather-defying trail through the wilderness to commemorate a showdown of epic proportions:
In one corner, wearing brown boxes, a monocle, and a codpiece, is GUINNESS, the flavorful Irish stout, still helping British men with bad teeth get laid at age 250!
