The Hounds can blame Osama bin Laden

For the problems with the trail, they had to run.

Not, with a Hazmat crew all around.

So instead of causing an anthrax scare

We created problems for Dreamin’ & Creamin’ and Lady Hardonna, the hares.

So with only chalk on the ground,

The lost hounds wandered aimlessly around.

Lazy Mother F*cker was the trail’s FRB

Who found the end by getting lucky.

The DFL award was passed around,

Until to Roasted Nuts it was finally handed down.

Then there was a ceremonial moment

As the old Stud Award passed into retirement.

But Little Woody created a new replacement,

So we decided he should be the first to carry it.

Next came the awarding of the heinous Hashshite

Which went to Lazy Mother F*cker,

Following that was the Mop Squeezer,

Which again went to Rear Ender.

By now it was already dark,

And we had yet to leave the Circle, held in the park.

But we still had to go through the trouble,

Of announcing all of the Multiples.

5 for Fuzzy Wuzzy, 95 for Rear Ender

70 for Fire In The Hole, and 10 for Blow Driver.

So we punished the violators,

And honored the Jerry Lewis winners.

With that the circle was complete

And the hash went in search of something to eat.

On-On

Fire In The Hole

+ “I’d have to be on it, to get off it.” – Tits Everywhere

+ “It’s calming down, it’s not coming out all white and foamy.” – TeKillya Tits

+ “Hey, Penis Pumper, you want to pump this?” – Moby Dick

+ “No, it feels pretty firm; I’m use to it needing more work.” – Penis Pumper

+ “Trouble is Up & Out, you’re always waiting on beaver.” – Moby Dick

+ “Bring in the new stiffy.” – Horse’s Ass

+ “Up & Out, that’s as close to beaver as you’re ever gonna get.” – Lazy Mother F*cker

+ “Lazy, you’re a lazy b*tch, you’re drinking.” – Rear Ender

+ “Lazy, Go down! Go down!” – Moby Dick

+ “Look, it’s incredible edible beaver.” – Lazy Mother F*cker

+ “Chicken quit blowing Moby!” – Up & Out