Lost Boobs Hash Trash #167
March 10, 2014
Remember Mad Libs ®? A super silly game in which you fill in words to make a crazy story? Well, here you go! [Forgive the formatting, but feel free to print and play along at home with the kiddos!]
LBH #167 started at Screwballs, located in [CITY EAST OF L.A.]. Hares, Upside Down Down and Don’t Touch Medic laid a [ADJECTIVE] trail, as predicted.
At the [PLACE] before the hash, Save A Tree, Eat A Beaver went into the restroom and came out with [CREAMY WHITE SUBSTANCE] in her eye. Even her friend, Just Hippie, didn’t believe it was [A CLEANING PRODUCT].
There was only one virgin, and she wasn’t a [ADJECTIVE] virgin, since First Cum, First Served made her [VERB]. Apparently they don’t have virgins in Butt Fuck [CITY WEST OF PHOENIX].
At chalk talk, we were joined by [NUMBER LESS THAN 69] dogs. Which begged the question, What if hashers [VERB] each other like dogs do?
Oh, yeah. We already do.
This [NOUN] was pretty ghetto, as evidenced by the children we encountered. Instead of asking, “Hey what are you doing?” as normal kids would, they asked, “Who got shot?” A six-year-old on a [TWO-WHEELED MODE OF TRANSPORTATION] propositioned a harriette by complimenting her [FEMALE BODY PART].
Purple Penis Protector was [VERB] people on trail with a wooden [COOKING UTENSIL] but her fun reached its end when she used it on Behold My Bush. Dat [BODY PART] is made of pure [METALLIC ELEMENT] and broke it.
[NOUN] [ADVERB] [VERB] [ADJECTIVE] [PLACE]!
The evening’s revelry was dampened by the unfortunate actions of the Dog Who Shall Not Be Named. The dog bit Upper Cunt on the [BODY PART], prompting cries of [EXCLAMATION]! As of this writing, Upper Cunt is OK. Be sure to remember her when you make a sacrifice to [DIETY]. BVC, everyone.
ON-CONTROL YOUR BITCHES-ON
Behold My [SHRUBBY PLASTIC PLANT IN A CEMENT POT]