First
Annual Bondage Hash
or
Duct
Tape Makes Hounds Cum Together
Where even “Strong Little Guys” like Where’s can get Hash Shit
Hared by
KY Poison Jelly Fish with a Kung Fu Grip
Knees Wide Open
Swollen Festering Gaping Hole
Hounds on Trail
Piss Boy, Bitch N’ Hoe, Where’s, Dim Sum, Cosmo, Magot, 100 db, Slippery Fingers, Mambo, Monica Spewinsky, Gopher, Family Jewels, Ass-ma, Twat Not.com, Just Melinda (Virgin), Just Jack (Visitor), Just Cindy (Virgin), Safe Sex
Bad Hounds
Iron Lady, magot, Deck Dick, Boitano’s Hard On
Duct tape was invented for the U.S. Military during World War II to keep the moisture out of the ammunition cases. Military personnel quickly discovered that the tape was very versatile and used it to fix their guns, jeeps, aircraft, etc. If only those wankers knew they could tie themselves together with it...then again, maybe they did. Apart from fixing everything and ridding the world of warts, duct tape also brings wankers and bimbos closer to each other. This state of bondage is achieved by taping the thighs and ankles of hounds with this sticky silver tape and setting them off into the night to find trail and a cold beer. The result is the first Bondage Hash, aka “Duct Tape Makes Hounds Cum Together” hash #438 in the iniquitous aNals of SH3 history.
Knees, Festering and KY interrupted religion as they taped hound to hound. The hares bounded off into the night taped to each other to even out the odds of a catch. Oddly enough, participating wankers were delighted to be trussed to other wankers instead of bimbos. Then again, Slippery Fingers was perfectly happy being taped to BnH, who screamed, “Left, left” while dragging her through the shiggy and down stairs. If only other hounds could see the cum-radery between Cosmo and Piss Boy as they strolled arm around waist down the moonlit hash trail or the giggles from Twat as the fullness of his leg hair was ripped off. Bad hounds who broke free of their blissfully bondage state included the likes of Where’s, Just Jack, 100 DB, Dim Sum and Safe Sex. Shame on them. Dim Sum, who can’t shut up about being someone’s mushing dog in Alaska, obviously was not prepared to be untethered and promptly fell on his ass after ripping himself away from Gopher.
Back at the pavilion, Where’s pitched a fit when told to join the other lame hounds in a down-down for doing most of the trail solo, hollering something about critical mass. While not entirely guilty of the charge, he was asked to serve as proxy for Dim Sum and Monica who both fled the scene – in separate cars. If he hadn’t already been named so long ago, this wanker would have been christened Critical Ass for his histrionics. No matter, Knees was on the attack and the two duked it out like Godzilla and Mothra. Eventually, a truce was agreed on and Knees, impressed with Where’s ability to kick ass, told Where’s that he was “tough little guy.” This tough little guy with a critical ass went home with the SH3 hash shit at the end.
Finally, the truth about Ass-Ma was revealed in the circle and will forever be part of our collective memory since no one hasher has enough of these brain cells left after the cases of cheap beer consumed:
“I’d
rather have a cock up my ass than in my mouth.”
You can ask him to provide the context yourself,
On,on
Slippery Fingers