T’was the night of Jingle Balls

And all through the hash

There was no one sober

Most were drunk off their ass

Everyone grabbed some balls

They were shiny and new

And of course the male hashers

Grasped their balls of blue

They lined up for chalk talk

But there was none said

The spiked apple cider

Now messed up their heads

The hashers were happy

And Chuck was their hare

They followed his trail

Until it was not there

They found a new check back

That came from nowhere

And the hounds now wanted

To kill Chuck the hare

They ran all through Scottsdale

The lights were all clear

Then came to the car ramp

The sign said Beer Near!!

One more mile passed

There was no beer in sight

The hounds wanted to pound

Chuck’s ass that’s not tight

The beer finally found

Like molasses the flavor

The hash drank it fast

In order not to savor

The walkers were there first

Daily Male took great care

They choked down the beer

Like it was a pube hair

It was time to continue

They were ready by then

And soon came the thought

Will he f*ck us again?

Sure enough it happened

It didn’t take long

He used them once more

Like the A-soldier song

They went by some shops

A slightly better lay

But there was no on-in

At Pattie’s that day

3I and “Just” Juli

Went right by of course

Must have had sex on trail

With a quarter ton horse

Her YBF hair

It looked just like a mane

And they could not deny

That 3I’s pants were stained (blue?)

IKOG could not hold it

He ran through the bar

He crapped out something

That’s as big as a car

To the next bar they ran

Following the hare’s flower

Then came to Gilligan’s

For boob check happy hour

ASS picked up a random

And drug his ass back

To join them in circle

And then a snatch snack

As circle was started

There was a loud sound

Their good friend the bitch

Gave them all a Down Down

For pissing, for humping,

For pooping on trail

No fast as a rabbit

No slow as a snail

The hare was then called in

For all of his crimes

The Hopps and the Beast

Were the beers of the times

“Just” Juli was called in

For once it made sense

For letting “Just Rhonda” (her sister)

Get hurt on the fence

The fence was not up

It was not an On-Over

It was down on the ground

Like my dead dog Rover

Rhonda had showed up

So jolly, so merry

And Juli drank again

For popping her cherry

The down downs were done

The hash thought for a bit

But who would deserve

The award made of sh*t

Was it chuck for the trail,

Brown Eye’s lack of words,

Not protecting your sister,

Or dropping a turd?

It was discussed in circle

They’d taken a pole

It went to Bitch 'N' Hoe

For four songs of Asshole

The hash was then told

That they could go in peace

To have anal sex

And for lube use some grease

They heard Bitch's scream

As she slammed on the gas

I’m gonna hit that pole!

And I’m drunk off my ass!!!

On-On

Brown Eye Girl