Run #795 Green Eggs and Hamstrings
Escrowtum said I will hare, then poor
Escrowtum had a scare.
She
went out on a fling, that left her hurting, from a stretched out hamstring.
Boo
hoo boo hoo, what will I do?
If
no one helps me with the *un, the Gypsies
will have no fun.
Dr. Kimble said ÒI will help you set
the trail, I will help you without fail.Ó
The
*un had its start in Corte Madera, where the hills all around gave Operation Golden Flow quite a scare-a.
Holy Nipples stayed home, so R U Gay could drink and roam.
The
Sir WalterH3 sent Cooter Stew to
read the Sacred Missal for you and
me.
She
read from the Missal with a voice
full of joy, that put lead in the pencil of Father Weed her poor drunken boy.
TheyÕd
been to the AÕs game and drunk so much beer, that the keg in the Outbeer left them cringing in fear.
Bigfoot said have no fear, Lagunitas
IPA is quite mild beer, bwaah bwaah.
When
finally the chalk talk was done, the pack was sent off in the night to have
fun.
One
stair, two stairs, three stairs, four, Bone
Marrow climbed but there always were more.
While
Drill MeÕs lungs they were burning,
for a miserably dead hare she was yearning.
The Pussy Eater dragged her up the hill,
while she dreamt of painful ways Dr.
Kimble to kill.
While
the rest of the pack struggled and strained finding checks that left them all
puzzled, The clever ones Enter The
Gerbil, Fits In, and Tongueless sat at the Left Bank and
guzzled.
With
Tongue Depressor and Just Doc leading the way, our drinking
pack merry and gay
returned
to the Outbeer to bring the Sacred Bucket into play.
At
the sight of the Bucket, Useless Tool with fear was filled, and
he fled from the scene ere a drop had been swilled.
Lois Lame watched from behind her
dark glasses as the Bucket left our visitors
down on their asses.
Rarely Cums was there without a knee
brace, too bad the Sacred Bucket
left her flat on her face.
Cop Killer strode through the pack,
much taller by far than those on their back.
Enter the Gerbil did the Circle delare,
where down-downs were shoved down the throat of each hare.
Just Jeff from the HoustonH3 to the Gypsies came, how sad that after seven
years he still had no name.
No
name no name this cannot stand, seven years with no name is too long in hash
land.
The
Gypsies mined a vein full of names
that was rich, and sent him back home as Seven
Year Bitch.
Those
who were there had fun they would say so, then continued the fun at the old
Silver Peso.
Cheers.
.