This is your penis song.
It isn’t very long…
Drink it down down down down down.
Here are is a small collection of BUSAHO reviews & answers for Amazon purchases! All are meant to help fellow shoppers and… to wreck mayhem on Amazon & the Interwebs!
REEBOK MEN’S TRAIGRIP RS 5.0 RUNNING SHOE (Apparel)
BEER & ORGAN DONOR: Retro Knee High Tube Socks (Apparel)
The Sox Box MOTHER RUNNER Socks! (Apparel)
RUN FOR BEER: Knee High Half Cushioned Athletic Running Sock | 24 Different Styles (Apparel)
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Fight Club, Soap Salesman Red Sunglasses (Eyewear)
Royal & Awesome Mens Blues On The Greens Pants, (Sports Apparel)
Buffaho and Backed Up Semen (BUS) have the SECOND patch challenge* patches in hand and the challenge is ready! We’ve all gone to Hash events, heck, even just a normal weekend weeknight/day hash… and had “too much fun”
Well, what better way to commemorate that proud occasion, than with the Drunken Buffaho: GAME OVER patch… & It’s finally here! Now, we would never CHALLENGE a hasher to get so drunk they threw up, …but, if they DID drink so much that they DID throw up… No skin off our noses! But if you put yourself through that ordeal, then we want you to let everyone know what you did!
This was a smaller run of patches, so not everyone will be able to just “get one” Unless, of course you punished yourself the way only you can do!
* we won’t actually CHALLENGE you… this is where your own “Bad Decision Bear” steps up and guides you on your own path to patch-ness… 😉
Congratulations to all who got their rego’s sorted out, rooms booked, and their sorry drunk hash asses out to Palm Springs for the First Anal Palm/Hash Springs Event!
We, unfortunately had to back out. That means NO Spanky Patch Challenge, no GAME OVER patch “challenge”… Butt, we expect to enjoy the festivities through all of your awesome posts!
watch along with us:
Here’s to you, your all damn fine guys! So… Drink! …and we’ll see ya all NEXT YEAR, 2018!
**Extraordinary special on after** Bring extra cash and time.
T-shirts will be for sale for the event! Dress in your favorite red green and whites…
The Feast of San Gennaro, originally a one-day (and evening) hashing commemoration, arrived in the OCHHH in September 2014 when the horny drunken WOPs from Naples, et. al. congregated along the streets and shiggy in the Mission Viejo section of Orange County. They need little excuse these days to continue the tradition of being drunk in public and running through shiggy, all in the name of being proud “dego wop bastards”, and of course, more beer.[citation needed 😉]
An offer you can’t refuse: It’ll cost-a $5!
It’ll be-a in south OC (pronounced ˈmɪʃən viːˈeɪhoʊ).
Shooting for 5+ miles… THIS WILL NOT BE A STROLLER FRIENDLY TRIAL! (repeat, leave the kids with the gumar. Dogs are OK, but they gotta be made-dogs. Gangster tough bitches and/or bastards only!
The exact location is a SURPRISE… we could tell ya, but we’d have to kill ya! There will be a BBQ (small extra cost) a cash/credit card BAR (bring ID for after the HASH), and a LIVE BAND! This could basically be an all day/evening party!
Hares: San Gennaro, Pope Francis, Sister Notta Sonice, Father Likath Eboys — plus, get the opportunity to get spanked by sexy nuns with “ole spanky!“
Q: What do you call it when Batman leaves church early?
A: Christian Bale
Q: Did you hear about the priest who became a marathon runner?
A: He never finishes in first; he’s always cumming in a little behind.
Q: Why did all the hashers go to church on the first day of Lent?
A: They heard it was “Hash Wednesday.”
Q: What do priests and McDonald’s have in common?
A: They both stick their meat in 10-year old buns.
Q: What did the Easter Egg say to the boiling water?
A: It’s going to take awhile to get me hard I just got laid by some chick!
Q: What do you call a sleepwalking nun?
A: A roamin’ Catholic!
Q: How can you tell if you’re in a gay church?
A: Only half the congregation is kneeling.
Q: What’s the difference between Jesus and your father?
A: Your father never came back.
I have as much authority as the Pope, I just don’t have as many people who believe it.
A priest and a rabbi are walking down the street. A 13-year old boy walks in front of them.
The priest says to the rabbi “that boy is hot, isn’t he? Let’s screw him.”
The rabbi replies “screw him out of what?”
Jesus walks into a motel, throws three nails on the counter and says:
“Hey buddy, can you put me up for the night?”
What is the difference between acne and a Catholic priest?
Acne usually comes on a boy’s face AFTER he turns 12.
Atheism is a non-prophet organization.
Did Noah include termites on the ark?
The hotel has been chosen! After a long(!) and hard(!) search, the InterAm Committee found us an amazing venue and hotel. It’s the Pointe Hilton Squaw Peak Resort and it is hash-tastic. We are the first group to ever book the entire resort. Ever. Besides the water park, 7 pools, mini golf, lazy river, water slide, waterfall and a swim up bar, the actual suites are great as well. There are 411 suites, a handful of ambassador suites and 78 casitas that can hold SO MANY HASHERS!! And they’re all reserved for us! The only people at the resort will be registered InterAm 2017 hashers and hotel staff.
Rooms will be available to reserve on 10-9-2016, one year before the event. You will be charged for the first night when you make your reservation (refundable through (Sep-7-2017). You must reserve Friday, Saturday and Sunday together. Start putting your roommate list together now so you’ll be ready for October!
|Most of the resort’s rooms are suites. The front room has a pull out(!) couch and the bedroom has either two queens or a king bed. There’s room to set up a video camera on a tripod in the bedroom. We checked!
You must book Friday, Saturday and Sunday nights (3 night minimum), but the group rate is available before and after the event.
|King Casitas are smaller than the 2 room casitas. You can still sleep 4-9 people though, and at $269, they’re a great value.
|Fit your entire kennel! These can hold 8-12 people easily. Plan to rent one of these with your favorite hashers. They are two story casitas with two bedrooms, a kitchenette, pull out couch and a private, rooftop patio.
The Casitas are right next to the water park with two more dedicated pools in the Casita Village.
|Want to have the ultimate kennel experience at InterAm 2017? Book an ENTIRE CASITA UNIT! You can fit 20-35 hashers…depending on how much love you have for your fellow hasher…into this unit. Decorate your rooftop sundeck with your kennels banners for all to see! Start planning now to take advantage of this unique experience.
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Away, away with fife and drum,
Here we come, full of rum.
Looking for women who peddle their bum,
In the North Atlantic Squadron.
The cabin boy’s name was Kipper,
A cunning little nipper.
He lined his ass with broken glass,
And circumcised the skipper.
The Bar Wench’s name was Buffy,
She was loose and fun, not stuffy.
She’d serve you rum, straight from her bum,
Then let you see her puppies.
The cook, whose name was Freeman,
He was a dirty demon,
He served the crew with menstrual stew,
And fore skins fried in semen.
‘Twas on the China Station,
To roars of approbation,
We sunk a Junk with a load of spunk
By mutual masturbation.
The First Mate’s name was Hopper,
By Christ he had a whopper.
Twice round his neck once round the deck,
And up his ass for a stopper.
The Second Mate’s name was Carter,
By God be was a farter.
When the wind wouldn’t blow.
And the ship wouldn’t go, Carter,
The farter, would start her.
The Third Mate’s name was Wiggun,
By God he had a big ‘un.
We bashed that cock,
With a bloody rocks,
For cumming in the riggin’.
The Fourth Mate’s name was Morgan,
A homosexual Gorgon.
A dozen crows, in a row,
Could pose upon his organ.
The Fifth Mate’s name was Slater,
He was a masturbator.
He’d pump and pump his massive stump,
And clean the mess up later.
The Sixth mate’s name was Andy,
By God that man was randy.
We boiled his bum in red-hot rum,
For cumming in the brandy.
The Seventh mate’s name was Lester,
He was a hymen tester.
Through hymen thick, he’d shove his prick,
And leave it there to fester.
So now we end this serial,
Through sheer lack of material.
We wish you scum all freedom from,