Thursday, October 31, 2013

Review: The Testament of Mary


The Testament of Mary
The Testament of Mary by Colm Tóibín

My rating: 3 of 5 stars



The idea here is awesome, execution not so much. I was just starting to get into this version of Mary when the story was over. I'd have liked a whole lot more.



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Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Hash Songs - The Basics

The Basics

Blessing the Hares
Bless these hares,
Bless this trail,
Copus no catch us,
Ajoshi no shoot us,
Dogus no bite us,
Shiggy please shag us,
Coitus no-interuptus,
Etc.

The Hairs ("The Mayor of Bayswater") 
And the hairs... (and the hares) 
And the hairs... (and the hares) 
And the hairs of her dickey di-do hung down to her knees..... 
One black one, one white one, and one with a little shite on, 
And one with a little light on, to show us the way. 

She's not a great looker, but everyone took 'er 
You'd need a coal miner to find her vagina 
If she were my daughter I'd have them cut shorter 
She lived by the waterfront, with the waves lapping up and down her cunt 
She married an Italian, who was hung like a fucking stallion 
She divorced the Italian and married that stallion
I folded her lips back, and there found a six-pack 
I drank down that six-pack and put all the empties back
It always was hit-or-miss, could I find her clitoris 
I reached into her thing, and there found my class ring 
I flicked it, I licked it, I even drop kicked it 
She says that she's not a whore, but she bangs like a shithouse door 
The aroma it lingers, it smells like fish fingers 
She stayed in Seattle, and went down on cattle 
It'd take a brontosaurus to eat her clitoris 


S-H-I-T-T-Y T-R-A-I-L
Shitty trail (It sucked!),
Shitty trail (It really sucked!),
The motherfuckers laid a shitty trail.
I would rather ______ than run that shitty trail.

Virgins!
We have virgins, we have virgins,
At our hash! At our hash!
Gonna get them fucked up, 
Gonna get them fucked up,
Up the ass!
Up the ass!
 
Bye Bye Cherry
Back your ass against the wall,
Here I come, balls and all,
Bye, bye cherry.
 
Won't your mother be disgusted,
When she sees your cherry busted,
Bye, bye cherry.
 
Wrap your legs around a little tighter,
Can't you see my load is getting lighter,
So! Shake that ass and wiggle your tits,
Until my little pecker spits,
Cherry, bye bye.

Lips / Face / Head
Lips? Who said lips? I’ll take some of that – on my zipper/clitoris!
Face? Who said face? She can sit on my anytime, and the line starts here.
Head? Who said head? I’ll take some of that. And I did. And it was good.
And there was MUCH rejoicing. And then we fucked.
We fucked for hours, uprooting trees and shrubs and flowers and shit.
Like Vikings, with horns on our heads. ARRRR.
And then she licked my asshole.
It wasn’t fun, it wasn’t funny, it was AWESOME.
So I’m taking my wife, my dog and my football and I’m going home.
So fuck you, you fucking fucks.

You Are My Hash Shit
You are my hash shit, the Osan hash shit
For being stupid on trail today,
I have to hold it, until I pass it,
Will someone please take my hashshit away.
Drink it down, down, down, down...

FUCK OFF, YOU WANK 
Fuck off, you wank, fuck off, you wank,
Fuck off, you wank, fuck off.
Fuck off, you wank, fuck off, you wank,
Fuck off, you wank, fuck off.

Hashy Birthday
Hashy birthday, fuck you,
Hashy birthday, fuck you,
Hashy birthday, you asshole,
Hashy birthday, fuck you.
And may you whore…

Hash Songs - Short

Short Songs

Ou Est Le Papier?
A Frenchman went to the lavatory,
To have a jolly good shit. 
He took his pants and trousers down,
So that he could revel in it.
But when he reached for the paper,
He found that someone had been there before ...
Ou est le papier?
Ou est le papier?
Monsieur, monsieur,
Je fait manure.
Ou est le papier?

All Australians ...
 All Australians are born illegitimate, born illegitimate, born illegitimate
All Australians are born illegitimate, bastards through and through.

They aint got no birth certificate, birth certificate, birth certificate...

Father’s Day is a really sad holiday, really sad holiday, really sad holiday...

They don’t know just who their fathers are, who their fathers are, who their fathers are...

All Canadians wish they were Americans, wish they were Americans, wish they were Americans...

All Americans don't know geography, don't know geography, don't know geography...

Build a Bonfire
Build a bonfire, build a bonfire,
Put the Aussies on the top,
Put the Kiwis in the middle
And burn the bloody lot.
Do Re Mi

Dough, the stuff that buys me beer
Ray, the guy who serves me beer
Me, the guy who drinks the beer
Far, a long long way for beer
So, I'll have another beer
La, la la la la la beer
Tea, no thanks I'm drinking beer
Which brings us back to
Down, down, down down
Little Brown Mouse
Oh, the liquor was spilled on the barroom floor
And the bar was closed for the night
When out of his hole crept a little brown mouse
And he sat in the pale moonlight
 He lapped up the liquor on the barroom floor
And back on his haunches he sat
And all night long you could hear him roar
"BRING ON THE GODDAM CAT!!!"
 Well the cat came out and they had a little spat,
And the cat ate up on the mouse.
And the moral of the story isssssssssss
You can't drink liquor on the house!
With a mouse!
 Drink it down down down down...
Beer Run
B-double E double R U-N beer run
B-double E double R U-N beer run
 all we need is a ten and five-er,
a car and key and a sober driver.
 B-double E double R U-N beer run.

FINGER IN YOUR BEER
How would, you like, my finger in your ear?
How would, you like, my finger in your ear?
Not fucking likely! Not fucking likely! Not fucking likely!
 
How would, you like, my finger in your rear?
How would, you like, my finger in your rear?
Not fucking likely! Not fucking likely! Not fucking likely!
 
How would, you like, my finger in your beer?
How would, you like, my finger in your beer?
Not fucking likely! Not fucking likely! Not fucking likely!
GLORIOUS, VICTORIOUS
Beer, beer, beer, beer
Beer, beer, beer, beer
Drunk last night,
Drunk the night before,
Gonna get drunk tonight,
Like I've never been drunk before,
Cause when I'm drunk I'm as happy as can be,
Cause we're all part of the Hash House family.
 
Oh the Hash Family
Is the best family
To ever Come over
From Old Germany.
There's the High Hash Drunks
There's the Low Hash Drunks
There's the Asian Drunks
And the other damn drunks.
 CHORUS:
Singing glorius,
Victorious!
Hey!!!
One keg of beer for the four of us.
Singing Glory be to God that there are no more of us,
Cause one of us could drink it all alone
Damn near, pass the beer, to the rear, of the Hash House Harriers!
THE HASH HOUSE HARRIERS 
 Their drinking is compulsive,
Their running is convulsive,
They're morally repulsive-
The Hash House Harriers!
 
Their flatulence is rude an'
Their genitals protrude when
They're running in the nude in
The Hash House Harriers!
 
They're always shiggy-tracking
From constantly bushwhacking.
Intelligence they're lacking.
The Hash House Harriers!
 Duh-duh-duh-duh-down-down
Duh-duh-duh-duh-down-down
Duh-duh-duh-duh
Duh-duh-duh-duh
Duh-duh-duh-duh-down-down!
Someone’s In The Kitchen With Dinah
Dinah, won't you blow me,
Dinah, won't you blow me,
Dinah, won't you blow my horn?
 Dinah, won't you blow me,
Dinah, won't you blow me,
Dinah, won't you blow my horn?
 
Someone's in the kitchen with Dinah,
Someone's in the kitchen, I know,
Someone's in the kitchen with Dinah,
Humpin' like a dynamo.
 (alternate verse)
Someone's in my sister's vagina,
Someone's in my sister, I know,
Someone's in my sister's vagina,
Humpin' like a dynamo.
Rich Young Dumb Nyphomaniac
Well welcome everybody to my place
You can pull up a chair or you can sit on my face
We got everything we need,
the only thing that we lack
is a rich young dumb nymphomaniac
 Chorus
I wanna rich youg dumb nymphomaniac
To drive me around in her cadillac
If she's not down on her knees she will be flat on her back
I wanna rich youg dumb nymphomaniac

 we'll give her great bigtits and a little bitty ass
a fucking machine that never runs out of gas
a body like nobody's ever seen before
and she recently inherited a liquor store
 Chorus
 well she doesn't wanna marry and she doesn't wanna fight
she doesn't give a shit if I stay out all night
If I bring home another woman she just gives me a smile
and we take off all our clothes and then we fuck in a pile
 Chorus
 we'll make her three feet tall
so she stands about here
with a flat spot on her head
so I can rest my beer
 Chorus
Leprosy
Leprosy, all my skin is falling off of me.
I'm not half the man I used to be.
Oh, how did I get leprosy?
 
Syphilis, it all started with a simple kiss.
Now it even hurts to take a piss.
Oh why did I get syphilis?
 
Why her box was sick I don't know, she wouldn't say.
Now my dripping dick won't get thick, now I long for yesterday ....
Boobs-Dee-ah- da (I Love the Hash World)
 I love the HASH World
I love the LONG FALSE TRAILS
I love SHORT-CUTTING
I love LAGERS AND ALES
I love the HASH world
And all its sights and sounds
Boobs-dee-ah- da, boobs-dee-ah- da
Boobs-dee-ah- da, boobs-dee-ah- da
 
I love the SHIGGY
I love to CATCH THE HARES
I love the DOWN DOWNS
I HATE the ANTHARX SCARES
I love the HASH world
And all its craziness
Boobs-dee-ah- da, boobs-dee-ah- da
Boobs-dee-ah- da, boobs-dee-ah- da
 
I love the SINGING
I love the HUMPIN' HASH 
I love the CAMP OUTS ...
WHERE DID I GET THIS RASH?
I love the HASH world
It's such a brilliant thing
Boobs-dee-ah- da, boobs-dee-ah- da
Boobs-dee-ah- da, boobs-dee-ah- da
Boobs-dee-ah- da, boobs-dee-ah- da
Boobs-dee-ah- da, boobs-dee-ah- da
Boobs-dee-ah- da, boobs-dee-ah- da
Boobs-dee-ah- da, boobs-dee-ah- da

Shitonya
 Shitonya, shitonya, shitonya
In Russia it means I adore ya
If I had my way
I’d shit on ya all day
Shitonya, shitonya, shitonya
 
Pissonya, pissonya, pissonya
In Russia it means I love ya
If I had my way
I’d piss on ya all day
Pissonya, pissonya, pissonya
 
Cumonya, cumonya, cumonya
In Russia it means I need ya
If I had my way
I’d cum on ya all day
Cumonya, Shitonya, Pissonya
My One Skin Hangs Down to My Two Skin
My one skin hangs down to my two skin,
My two skin hangs down to my three,
My three skin hangs down to my foreskin
My foreskin hangs down to my knee.
CHORUS:
Roll back, roll back,
Please roll back my foreskin for me, for me.
Roll back, roll back,
Please roll back my foreskin for me.
Rule Britannia
Rule Britannia, marmalade and jam,
Five Chinese crackers up your asshole,
BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG!

Put Your Leg Over My Shoulder
Put your left leg over my shoulder,
Put your right leg over my shoulder,
(Wag tongue)
La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la.
Put your left tit over my shoulder,
Put your right tit over my shoulder,
(Shake head side to side)
Bla-bla-bla-bla, bla-bla-bla, bla-bla-bla.

Tastes Like Shit
If Your Girlfriend (Boyfriend) tastes like shit, roll her (him) over. 
If Your Girlfriend (Boyfriend) tastes like shit, roll her (him) over. 
If Your Girlfriend (Boyfriend) tastes like shit, then it's probly not her (his) clit (dick). 
If Your Girlfriend (Boyfriend) tastes like shit, roll her (him) over. 
Drink it Down Down Down... 

A Sailor 
There once was a sailor who sat on a ROCK, 
Shaking his fist and abusing his... 
--Neighbouring farmer who was guarding his RICKS, 
Teaching his children to play with their... 
--Kites and their marbles as in days of YORE, 
When along came a woman who looked like a... 
--Decent young lady but walked like a DUCK, 
Said she was learning a new way to... 
--Bring up her children to teach them to KNIT, 
While the lads in the farmyard were shovelling the... 
--Contents of the pigsty, the muck and the MIRE, 
While the lord of the manor was pulling out his... 
--Horses from the stable, preparing for the HUNT, 
While his wife in her boudoir was powdering her... 
--Nose and preparing her vanity BOX, 
Taking precautions to ward off the... 
--Gout and rheumatics for well she recalls... 
What did you think I was going to say? 
Well, you dirty buggers, that’s all for today!

BALLS TO MR. BANGELSTEIN
Balls to Mr. Benglestein, Benglestein, Benglestein
Balls to Mr. Benglestein, that dirty old man
He sits on the steeple and shits on the people
So balls to Mr. Benglestein, that dirty old man
He keeps us all waiting while he’s masturbating
So balls to Mr. Benglestein, that dirty old man
He ups them he downs them he fucking well grounds them
So balls to Mr. Benglestein, that dirty old man

OUR LAGER
Our lager,
Which art in barrels;
Hallowed be thy drink;
Thy will be drunk,
At home as it is in the tavern.
Give us this day our foamy head.
And forgive us our spillages,
As we forgive those who spill against us.
And lead us not into incarceration;
But deliver us from hangovers.
For thine is the Beer,
The Bitter, and the Lager,
Forever and ever.
On-on!

TWENTY TOES
There's a game called twenty toes,
It's played all over town.
The women play with ten toes up,
The men with ten toes down, down, down, down....

Sing a Song of Syphilis
Sing a song of syphilis.
A penis full of pus.
Four and twenty pox scabs,
Waiting to be bust.
And when her legs were opened,
What a sight to see:
Ozzy gray-green matter,
All running with the pee!

Sex Is Boring
Sex is boring, sex is boring,
Pain is fun, pain is fun.
Gonna cut my fingers off, gonna cut my fingers off,
One by one. One by one.

Amazing Beer

A - maz - ing beer,
A taste profound,
A whole keg just for thee!
The pack is lost,
But home you've found,
The beer check you can see.

Does a Hasher?

Does a hasher like to walk,
Does a hasher like to run,
Does a hasher like to be where they're having all the fun?
Can he drink a 12-ounce beer,
While his friends all sing and cheer,
Now your time has come.

My DNA

Young Girl,
I like it when you go down,
I said Young Girl,
Won't you kneel on the ground,
I said Young Girl,
With your lips full and round,
On your knees you make me happy.

(spit, spit, spit, spit, spit)

I want to spray you with My DNA,
I want to spray you with My DNA,
It's a present from me,
a gift to all of the girls
I sure hope you like to wear pearls

Drink it down, down, down . . .

Check Your Balls

Running trail in this fine city,
On-on-on-on-on, on-on, on-on.
See that girl, now ain’t she pretty?
Wood-y-wood-y-wood, wood-wood, wood-wood
She’s just fifteen, don’t dare try it
On the sex offender reg-is-try
Now it’s time for you to drink it,
Down-down-down-down-down, down-down, down-down

Give it a Blow

Oh the weather outside is frightful,
But my cock is so delightful,
And if you really want to see it grow,
Give it a blow, give it a blow, give it a blow.

So drink it down, down, down . . .

Hot Vagina for your breakfast
Hot Vagina for your lunch
Hot vagina for your dinner
its munch, munch, munch, munch munch
It's so tasty and nutritious
Bite size and ready to eaaaaat
Hot Vagina for your breakfast
Hot Vagina can't be beat.

Hash Songs - Longer

Longer Songs
Fornication

Fornication, I like fornication,
Fornication, I like to fornicate.
How I like it on my knees (How she likes it on her knees!) (each hasher adds a line)
On my knees (On her knees)
Fornicate! (Fornicate!)
Oh, oh, oh, oh...

Melody – Alouette

Actions: An unsuspecting female participant (often a virgin who is then scared away and never returns again) is needed for this song. When one is selected, she is asked to stand on a chair. When a feature is highlighted, all those singing then point out that part on the participant.

CHORUS:
Alouette, gentille Alouette,
Alouette je te plumerai.

Leader: Does she have ze stringy hair?
All: Oui, she has ze stringy hair.
Leader: Stringy hair,
All: Stringy hair,
Leader: Alouette! Aah, aah, aah, aah . . . (chorus)

Leader: Does she have ze furrowed brow?
All: Oui, she has ze furrowed brow,
Leader: Furrowed brow,
All: Furrowed brow,
Leader: Stringy hair,
All: Stringy hair,
Leader: Alouette! Aah, aah, aah, ahh . . . (chorus)

Wooden eye (Yes I would!) . . .
Broken nose . . .
Blow job lips . . .
Two buck teeth . . .
Double chin . . .
Swinging tits . . .
Beer belly . . .
Cum dumpster . . .
Furry thing . . .
Thunder Thighs . . .
Knobby Knees . . .
Cankle Fat . . .
Ingrown Toes . . .

Leader: Now isn’t she a nice-a girl?
All: Oui, she is a nice-a girl,
Leader: Nice-a girl,
All: Nice-a girl,
Leader: Alouette! Aah, aah, aah . . .

JESUS CAN’T GO HASHING

CHORUS:
Free beer for all the hashers;
Free beer for all the hashers;
Free beer for all the hashers;
Jesus Saves, Jesus Saves, Jesus Saves!

Optional Verses:
Jesus can’t go hashing ’cause he’s nailed upon the cross;
All the harriettes love Jesus ’cause he’s hung like this (spread out arms);
Jesus don’t need flour ’cause he lays the trail in blood;
Don’t give your beer to Jesus ’cause he’ll turn it into wine;
Jesus won’t come hashing because Judas pissed him off;
Jesus can’t go hashing ’cause he’s only got 12 friends.
Jesus can’t go hashing, he’s got shiggy on his head.
Jesus can’t go hashing ’cause his wood is just too big.
Jesus can’t go hashing ’cause his dad knows all the trails.
Jesus can’t go hashing ’cause his wife is such a whore.
Jesus we're only kidding...

Days of the Week
(Tuesday changes each verse, and the entire thing changes on Sunday.)
 
Leader: Today is Monday! 
All: Today is Monday! 
Leader: Monday is a wanking day! (wanking motion) 
All: Monday is a wanking day! (wanking motion)
 
CHORUS: Leader: Are we having a good time? 
All: You bet your ass we are! 
All: (raise cups over heads and make one complete turn while humming) Da da dut da da, da da dut da da
 
Leader: Today is Tuesday! 
All: Today is Tuesday! 
Leader: Tuesday is a finger day! (fingering motion) 
All: Tuesday is a finger day! (fingering motion)
 Leader: Monday is a wanking day! (wanking motion) 
All: Monday is a wanking day! (wanking motion)
Chorus
 
Leader: Today is Wednesday! 
All: Today is Wednesday! 
Leader: Wednesday is a hmmmmmm day! (stick tongue between 2nd & 3rd fingers)
All: Wednesday is a hmmmmmm day! (stick tongue between 2nd & 3rd fingers)
Leader: Tuesday is a hand day! (fingering motion) 
All: Tuesday is a hand day! (fingering motion)
 Leader: Monday is a wanking day! (wanking motion) 
All: Monday is a wanking day! (wanking motion)
Chorus
 
Leader: Today is Thursday!
All: Today is Thursday!
Leader: Thursday is a drinking day! (raise glass in salute)
All: Thursday is a drinking day! (raise glass in salute)
Leader: Wednesday is a hmmmmmm day! (stick tongue between 2nd & 3rd fingers)
All: Wednesday is a hmmmmmm day! (stick tongue between 2nd & 3rd fingers)
Leader: Tuesday is a fist day! (fingering motion) 
All: Tuesday is a fist day! (fingering motion)
 Leader: Monday is a wanking day! (wanking motion) 
All: Monday is a wanking day! (wanking motion)
Chorus
 
Leader: Today is Friday!
All: Today is Friday!
Leader: Friday is a fucking day! (humping motions, cheering, happiness) 
All: Friday is a fucking day! (humping motions, cheering, happiness) 
Leader: Thursday is a drinking day! (raise glass in salute)
All: Thursday is a drinking day! (raise glass in salute)
Leader: Wednesday is a hmmmmmm day! (stick tongue between 2nd & 3rd fingers)
All: Wednesday is a hmmmmmm day! (stick tongue between 2nd & 3rd fingers)
Leader: Tuesday is a foot day! (fingering motion) 
All: Tuesday is a foot day! (fingering motion)
 Leader: Monday is a wanking day! (wanking motion) 
All: Monday is a wanking day! (wanking motion)
Chorus
 
Leader: Today is Saturday!
All: Today is Saturday!
Leader: Saturday is a hashing day! (running motions, cheering, happiness)
All: Saturday is a hashing day! (running motions, cheering, happiness)
Leader: Friday is a fucking day! (humping motions, cheering, happiness) 
All: Friday is a fucking day! (humping motions, cheering, happiness) 
Leader: Thursday is a drinking day! (raise glass in salute)
All: Thursday is a drinking day! (raise glass in salute)
Leader: Wednesday is a hmmmmmm day! (stick tongue between 2nd & 3rd fingers)
All: Wednesday is a hmmmmmm day! (stick tongue between 2nd & 3rd fingers)
Leader: Tuesday is a leg day! (fingering motion) 
All: Tuesday is a leg day! (fingering motion)
 Leader: Monday is a wanking day! (wanking motion) 
All: Monday is a wanking day! (wanking motion)
Chorus
 
Leader: Today is Sunday!
All: Today is Sunday!
Leader: Sunday is a day of rest.
All: Sunday is a day of rest.
Leader: Because... Saturday is a hashing day! 
All: Saturday is a hashing day! 
Leader: Friday is a hashing day! 
All: Friday is a fucking day! 
Leader: Thursday is a hashing day! 
All: Thursday is a hashing day! 
Leader: Wednesday is MY FAVORITE DAY!
All: Wednesday is MY FAVORITE DAY!
Leader: Tuesday is a hashing day! 
All: Tuesday is a hashing day!
 Leader: And Monday's still a wanking day! 
All: Monday's still a wanking day! 
 
Leader: DID YOU HAVE A GOOD TIME?
All: YOU BET YOUR ASS WE DID!
All: (raise cups over heads and make one complete turn while humming) Da da dut da da, da da dut da da

The Moose Song
When I was a young lad I used to like girls,
I'd play with their titties and fondled their curls,
'Till my lady ran off with a lowlife named Bruce,
Now I've never been treated that way by a moose.

Chorus:
 Moose, moose, I love a moose,
I've never had anything quite like a moose,
My life's been exciting, 
My women've been loose,
But nothing compares to the love of a moose.
 
 
Now when I'm in need for a very good lay,
I go to the closet and pull out some hay,
I open the window and spread it around,
'Cause moose always come when there's hay on the ground.
 
Well gorillas are fine for a Saturday night,
And lions and tigers, they put up a fight,
But it just ain't the same when you slams your caboose
As the feeling you gets when you hump with a moose.
 
Now I've made it with all kinds of beasties with hair,
I'd do it with snakes if their fangs were not there,
I've made it with walrus, two ducks and a goose,
But I've never had anything quite like a moose.
 
Now that I'm old and spent all my years,
I'll have you to know that I shed no tears,
While I lay by the fire with a glass of Mateus,
Playing hide the salami with Melva the Moose.

Hash Virgin Serenade(To: Ball of Kerrymuir)
Four and twenty virgins,
Came out to this old hash,
And when the hash was over,
There were four and twenty less.

Chorus
Singing, balls to your partner,
Arse against the wall
.If ye canna get laid at this old hash,
Ye'll never get laid at all.
 
This fine young virgin she was there,
She had drank a bit too much,
Showing us her titties,
But sayin' we couldna touch.
 
This cocky virgin he was there,
Drinking Old Milwaukee's Best,
Showing the girls his tiny dick,
The girls they weren't impressed.
 
This other virgin she was there,
Talkin' 'bout givin' head,
But when it came to swallowin',
She would spit instead.
 
This other virgin he was there,
Askin' 'bout toe sucks,
The harriettes frowned and then they said,
"What do you want for three bucks?"
 
The other virgin SHE was there,
Givin' us all a great view,
While dancing on the table,
She said she'd do the crew.
 
This other virgin HE was there,
Getting drunk as he could be
,And by the time the circle broke up
,He'd pissed a gallon of pee.
 
This fine young virgin she was there,
With legs all firm and tan,
Her shorts rode up her ass so tight,
They squeaked whenever she ran.
Wild West Show(This is best done by forming a circle andhaving hashers taking turns being theAnnouncer.)
 Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen! In this cage we have theU-rang-u-tang.
Pack: The U-rang-u-tang. Fantastic!  Incredible! No shit! Tell us about it motherfucker!
 The U-rang-u-tang is an animal that lives in thejungles of North Borneo and it has balls that aremade of brass, so that when it goes swinging fromtree to tree, it's balls go u-tang, u-tang,u-tang, u-tang.
 Chorus
Ohhhh, we're off to see the Wild West Show-o-oo,
The elephants and kang-a-roo-ooos,
No matter what the weather,
As long as we're together,
We're off to see the Wild West Show-o-oo!
 
The next hasher becomes the announcer as above, substituting the name of the next attraction inplace of the U-rang-u-tang.
 2 The Wild Man of Borneo lives in the mountainsand once a year he comes down to eat. Once everytwo years he comes down to shit and once everythree years he comes down for sex.
 Member of Pack: No wonder they call him thefucking wild manof Borneo!
 3 The Ooaah bird is a bird that lives in therocky desert of North Africa. It has balls thislong and legs this short so that each time itcomes in for a landing it goes, "Oo-aah, Oo-aah,Oo-aah!"
 4 The Asstrich lives in the deserts of Africa andwhenever it sees its enemies, it buries its headin the sand and offers its ass.
 5 The Porcupine is the only animal in the worldthat has a thousand and one pricks.
 6 The Elephant has a ginormous appetite. In oneday it easts two tons of sugar cane, one dozenbundles of bananas and twenty buckets or rice.Miss, don't stand too near the elephant'sbackside. Miss! Miss! Too late! Harry, dig herout.
 7 The Winky Wanky bird, by some strange fate ofnature, has the nervous system of its sexualorgans connected to that of its eyelids, soeverytime it wanks it winks. Hey lady! Stopthrowing sand into that bird's eyes.
 8 The Fuckawee tribe is found in the grasslandsof Africa. They are this short and the grass isthis tall, so that everytime they get lost, theywill shout, "Where the fuck-ah-wee, where thefuck-ah-wee?"
 9 The Gee-raffe is the only animal in the worldthat can walk into a bar and say, "The high-ballsare on me!"
 10 The Le-o-pard is the only animal in the worldthat has one spot for each day of the year.
 Member of Pack: What about leapyear?Announcer: Stupid, you just lift up its tail.
 11 The Rhinosauras is reputed to be the richestanimal in the world. It's name is derived fromthe Latin- rhino, meaning money; and sore-ass,meaning piles... hence piles of money.
 12 The Baiyee is like a long playing record.First you play it on this side (points tocrotch of opposite member of sex), then youflip it over (turns demonstrator around) and playthe other side (points to the demonstrator's ass).
 13 The Brr-Brr bird is a distant relative of theOohaah bird and lives in the Antartic. When itlands, it drags its balls and says, "Brr, brr!"
 14 The Sabertooth Tiger is a thousand pound pussythat can eat you!
 15 The Khetat-Khetat bird is also a distantrelative of the Oohaah bird. It has one ball madeof brass and the other made of lead, so that whenit lands, its balls make the sound, "Khe-tat,Khe-tat, Khe-tat, Khe-tat!"
 16 The Tattooed Lady has "FIRE" tattooed on onethigh and "BRIMSTONE" on the other and every oncein a while she makes some poor soul go down tohell.
 17 The Gazelle farts as it leaps from place toplace and scientists are still trying to discoverwhether it farts because it leaps or leaps becauseit farts.
 18 (In this tank...) The Oct-i-pussy cansuck you all over.
 19 The Homosexual Sparrow will fly backwards fora lark.
 20 The Tom Cat is the only pussy with a dick.
 21 The Little White Rabbit keeps jumping fromhole to hole to hole.
 22 The Hare follows the little white rabbit andplugs his hole.
 23 The Hash Hound follows the hare and the littlewhite rabbit and and tags them both.
 24 The Go-rilla a big monkey who can fuckanything it wants.
 Member of Pack: Hey, mister, I thought Go-rillaswere apes?Announcer: Step inside here, Sonny, and see if hecan make a monkey out of you.

Follow the Hare
Chorus:
Drink a little bit,
Fuck a little bit, 
Follow the hare, 
Follow the hare with your ass in the air!
Drink a little bit,
Fuck a little bit, 
Follow the hare, 
Follow the hare all the way!
 
My girlfriend's a hasher, a hasher, a hasher,
A mighty fine hasher is she,(pack echoes, "Is she!")
All day long she lays trail,She lays trail, she lays trail,
And when she comes home she lays me.
 
(Substitute the following combinations for more verses.)
 Harriers' Verses:
Glassblower/she blows glass/blows me.
Mail clerk/licks stamps/licks me.
Waitress/makes tips/tips me.
Singer/hums tunes/hums me.
Nurse/takes temps/takes me.
Prostitute/fucks you/goes to sleep.
Gymnist/strides poles/strides mine.
Typist/pecks keys/pecks me
Baker/kneads bread/needs me.
Dancer/does steps/does me.
Asthmatic/sucks air/sucks me.
 Harriettes' Verses:
Cowboy/rides broncs/rides me.
Mechanic/screws bolts/screws me.
Soldier/shoots guns/shoots cum.
Guitarist/plays licks/licks me.
Hasher/runs trail/snores.
Tailor/sews thread/sews me.
Pimp/beats whores/beats me.
Carpenter/bangs nails/bangs me.
Truck driver/grinds gears/grinds me.
Postman/stuffs letter boxes/stuffs me.
Student/fucks off/fucks me.
Plumber/lays pipe/lays me.
Postman/licks stamps/licks me.
Chef/eats this, he eats that/eats me.
Bricklayer/lays brick/lays me.
Lawyer/fucks you/fucks me.
Dentist/drills you/drills me .
Taxidermist/stuffs dead things/stuffs me.
Psychoanalyst/analyzes patients/anal-izes me.
Stool Pigeon/fingers crooks/fingers me.

The Engineer Song
An engineer told me before he died, Ah-hum,Ah-hum,
An engineer told me before he died,Ah-hum, ah-hum.
An engineer told me before he died,I have no reason to believe he lied,
Ah-hum, titty-bum, titty-bum, titty-bum,Ah-hum, titty-bum, titty-bum, titty-bum.
 He had a wife with a cunt so wide,Ah-hum, Ah-hum,
He had a wife with a cunt so wide,Ah-hum, ah-hum.
He had a wife with a cunt so wide,That she could never be satisfied,
Ah-hum, titty-bum, titty-bum, titty-bum,Ah-hum, titty-bum, titty-bum, titty-bum.
 So he built a bloody great wheel, ...Two balls of brass and a prick of steel, ...
 The balls of brass he filled with cream, ...And the whole fucking issue was driven by steam, ...
 He tied her to the leg of the b...Tied her hands above her head, ...
 There she lay demanding a fuck, ...He shook her hand and wished her luck, ...
 'Round and 'round went the bloody great wheel, ...In and out went the prick of steel, ...
 Up and up went the level of steam, ...Down and down went the level of cream, ...
 'Till at last the maiden cri...Enough, enough, I'm satisfi...
 Now we come to the tragic bit, ...There was no way of stopping it, ...
 She was split from ass to tit, ...And the whole fucking thing was covered in shit, ...
 It jumped off her, it jumped on him, ...And then it buggered their next of kin, ...
 It jumped on an uptown bus, ...And the mess it made caused quite a fuss, ...
 The last time, Sir, that prick was seen, ...It was over in England fucking the Queen, ...
 There is a moral to the story I tell, ...If you see it coming better run like hell, ...
 Nine months later a child was born, ...With two brass balls and a bloody great horn, ...

Irian Jaya
(To: Mull of Kintyre)
 Far have I traveled and much have I seen,
Had blow jobs from Bancis and fucked thingsobscene,
Been crippled by herpes and things far more dire
,But if you want a blow job go to Irian Jaya.
 Chorus
Irian Jaya,To be gobbled by natives is what I desire,
They practice on blowpipes in Irian Jaya.
 
Been rogered in Rio and poked in Peru
Been massaged in Manila and then had a screw,
Been fucked in Llanelli by a Welsh male boys'choir,
But for the height of perversion go to Irian Jaya.
 
Met a girl in the jungle with a bone through hernose,
Cunt like a mantrap and strong I suppose,
Bush like a yardbroom that's made out of wire,
So be careful of pussy in Irian Jaya.
 
Oh the skirt she was wearing was made out ofgrass,
It only just covered her sweet little ass,
I felt an erection getting higher and higher
,As I followed that lady from Irian Jaya.
 
She put down her basket, took hold of my tool,
Pulled back the foreskin and started to drool,
Curled her lips round it, and sir I'm no liar,
They still have headhunters in Irian Jaya.

At The Gangbang
The Gangbang, oh yes I will
Because a gangbang gives me such a thrill.
When I was younger and in my prime,
I used to gangbang all the time.
But now I'm older and turning grey,
I only gangbang twice a day.
 
Knock knock. Who's there? Sheila. Sheila who?
She loves to be at…
 
Knock knock. Who's there? Eisenhower. Eisenhower who?
I's an hour late for the ...
 
Knock knock. Who's there? Washington. Washington who?
Washing a ton of sheets after the ...
 
Knock knock. Who's there? Claira. Claira who?
Claira place off the table for the ...
 
Knock knock. Who's there? Nixon. Nixon who?
Nex' in line for the ...
 
Knock knock. Who's there? Herb. Herb who?
Her brother loves to ...
 
Knock knock. Who's there? Erma. Erma who?
Her mother loves to ...
 
Knock knock. Who's there? Mona. Mona who?
Moan a little louder and we'll all join the ...
 
Knock knock. Who's there? Uripities. Uripities who?
Uripities pants off for the ...
 
Knock knock. Who's there?  Betty. Betty who?
Betty didn't know it was his girl on the 
bottom of the pile at the ...
 
Knock knock. Who's there? Ida. Ida who
Ida love a ...
 
Knock knock. Who's there? Charlie Pride. Charlie Pride who?
Charlie Pride her pants off at the ...
 
Knock knock. Who's there? Wilma. Wilma who?
Wilma finger keep me satisfied 'till the next ...

My God How the Money Rolls In!
 My father makes book on the corner
My mother makes illicit gin
My sister sells kisses to sailors
My God how the money rolls in
Chorus:
 Rolls in, rolls in,
My God how the money rolls in, rolls in
Rolls in, rolls in,
My God how the money rolls in.
 
My mother’s a bawdyhouse keeper
Every night when the evening grows dim
She hangs out a little red lantern
My God how the money rolls in.
 
My cousin’s a Harley Street surgeon
With instruments long, short and thin
He only does one operation
My God how the money rolls in.
 
My sister’s a barmaid in Sydney,
For a shilling she’ll strip to the skin.
She’s stripping from morning to midnight,
My God how the money rolls in.
 
My brother-in-law is a Hasher,
Who wanders around the hash bar,
He’s picking up business for sister,
My God how the money rolls in.
 
My brother’s a poor missionary,
He saves fallen women from sin.
He’ll save you a blonde for a guinea,
My God how the money rolls in.
 
My sister-in-law is a Hasher,
She lays trails year out and year in,
But when she lays hounds in the bushes,
My God how the money rolls in.
 
My Grandad sells cheap prophylactics,
And punctures the teats with a pin.
For Grandma gets rich from abortions,
My God how the money rolls in.
 
Uncle Joe is a registered plumber,
His business in holes and in tin.
He’ll plug up your hole for a tanner,
My God how the money rolls in.
 
Aunt Mary makes deals with the milkman,
The mailman and newsboy named Ben.
For a piece of pie and Aunt Mary,
My God how the money rolls in.
 
Uncle Tommy was once in a prison,
Where he was a joy to the men,
Now he bends over for business,
My God how the money rolls in.
 
Aunt Joan keeps a girl’s seminary,
Teaching young girls to begin.
She doesn’t say where they will finish,
My God how the money rolls in.
 
Uncle Harry is carving out candles,
From wax that is surgically soft.
He hopes it’ll fill up the gap,
If ever his business is off.
 
I’ve lost all me cash on the horses,
I’m sick from the illicit gin.
I’m falling in love with me sister,
My God what a mess I am in.
 
My aunt keeps a girl’s seminary,
Teaching young girls to begin,
She doesn’t say where they will finish,
My God how the money rolls in.
 
I’ve shares in the very best companies,
In tramways, tobacco, and tin,
And brothels in Rio de Janeiro,
My God how the money rolls in.
 
My brother Jim whittles out candles,
From wax that is exceptionally soft,
He says it will come in real handy,
If ever his business falls off.
 
I’ve lost my way off of the hash trail,
I can’t find the beer at the end.
I’ve got to spot flour by nightfall,
My God will you please let this end!

The S&M Man
Who can take his bicycle,
Take away the seat,
Put his girlfriend on it,
Ride her down a bumpy street?
CHORUS:
 The S & M man, Oh, the S & M man,
The S & M man because he mixes it with love,
And makes the hurt feel good.
The hurt feel good.
 
Who can take a hammer,
Shove it up her twat,
Move it back and forth,
‘Til he finds her G-spot,
 
Who can take a hammer,
Wave it overhead,
And slam it on his pecker,
‘Til he wishes he were dead?
 
Who would use machinery,
To masturbate at work,
Rip off his left testis,
And pretend it didn’t hurt?
 
Who can take a glass rod,
Shove it up his prick,
Put it on the table,
And smash it with a brick?
 
Who can take a Catholic Priest,
Bend him over the pew,
Fuck him up the ass,
Till he screams that he’s a Jew?
 
Who can take a puppy,
Hold it by the ears,
Fuck it in the ass,
Until it sheds those puppy tears?

 
Who can take a Harriette,
Lay her on the bed,
Look between her thighs,
then masturbate instead.

Beastiality’s Best
Chorus:
 Beastiality’s best, boys, beastiality’s best…
(Echo) Fuck a wallaby!
Beastiality’s best, boys, beastiality’s best!
1Shove your log in a dog, boys,
Shove your log in a dog.
(Echo) Fuck a wallaby!
(You’ve gotta) shove your log in a dog, boys,
Shove your log in a dog…
(Songmaster:) All together now!
 
2 Up the rear of a deer…etc.
3 Intercourse with a horse…
4 Have a fuck with a duck…
5 Chuck your sperm in a worm…
6 Lick the twat of a cat…
7 Do an illegal with an eagle…
8 Up the hole of a mole…
9 Give some cock to a croc…
10 Shoot your load in a toad…


Chicago
Chorus:
 I used to work in Chicago,
The old department store,
I used to work in Chicago,
I don’t work there anymore.
Verses:
Songmaster: A woman came in for a computer,
Pack repeats: A computer from the store.
Songmaster: A computer she wanted, my Wang she got. I don’t work there anymore.
 
A lady came in for a beer…
Six pack she wanted, ate she got…

 
A lady came in for a seafood…
Lobster she wanted, crabs she got…
 
A lady came in for a floppy disk…
Floppy disk she wanted, my hard drive she got…

YOGI BEAR SONG
There is a bear in the deep dark woods,
Yogi, Yogi,
There is a bear in the deep dark woods,
Yogi, Yogi Bear.
Yogi, Yogi Bear!
Yogi, Yogi Bear!
There is a bear in the deep dark woods,
Yogi, Yogi Bear.

VERSES
Yogi has a little friend, 
Boo-Boo, Boo-Boo
Yogi has a little friend, 
Boo-Boo, Boo-Boo Bear
Boo-Boo, Boo-Boo Bear!
Boo-Boo, Boo-Boo Bear!
Yogi has a little friend, 
Boo-Boo, Boo-Boo Bear

Boo-Boo has a girlfriend, Cindy, Cindy.
Cindy has a girlfriend too, Klondike, Klondike
Cindy doesn’t shave her snatch, Grizzly, Grizzly
Cindy wears crotchless undies, Teddy, Teddy
Cindy likes it on the ice, Polar, Polar
Cindy likes it up the ass, brown bear, brown bear
Cindy boyfriend has no teeth, Gummi, Gummi
Cindy snatch it smells like cheese, Camembert
Boo-Boo likes it upside down, Koala, Koala (KOALA’S NOT A BEAR!)
Yogi has a twelve-inch cock, black bear, black bear
Boo Boo says he has one too, liar, liar
Boo-Boo's only three feet tall, Yogi's a lucky bear
SONG ENDER:

This song’s gone on way too long,
More than, more than,
This song’s gone on way too long,
More than I can bear.

More than I can bear,
More than I can bear,
This song’s gone on way too long,
More than I can bear.

Hash Songs - Korea Specific

Korea Specific

Litre of Maekgoli
Oh, a litre of maeokgoli helps the harriette go down, the harriette go down, the harriette go down.
Yes, a litre of maeokgoli helps the harriette go down, in the most delightful way.

Our Favourite Beers
Cass-uh and Hite-uh in bottles and cans,
Imported or brew pub, whatever ain’t banned.
OB if you're desperate,
But none for the queers.
These are a few of our favourite beers.

Wild Rover Song

CHORUS: O I’m a Rover seldom sober, I’m a Rover wild and free,
It’s when I’m drinkin, I’m always thinkin, I should be hashin where ere I please

Though the night be dark as dungeon, not a start shines up above,
I will be guided without stumble to a vessel of beer I love!
CHORUS
As I gazed up through the bar room, kneeling gently on the stone,
I see there waitin ‘pon the counter, a grand vessel of beer I love!
CHORUS
The barman blocked me, to his misfortune; I laid him cold across the floor,
I sauntered over to my vessel, drank of the beer I truly love!
CHORUS
Until at last, my beer was empty, and a tear rolled down my face…
With no beer waitin I must be roving, so ON-ON to another place!!!
CHORUS

Seoul Hash House Harriers’ Song (lyrics by former SHHH GM Kimchi Marine)

Way down south in Yeongdeungpo
That’s the place I want to go!
Shiba-shiba haba yes!
Suck a chaji, maybe so.
 
Further north than old Pusan
Get your ass for a thousand won.
Catch the clap and you never go
On on to To-ki-yo!
 
In the war-torn town of Toko-ri
Mama-sans they make whoppee.
They smell of garlic and they’re full of lice
But the pom-pom is very nice.
 
You pick up a girl on Korean street
You ask how much? She says you speak.
She takes you out, you’re wined and dined,
You end up by going blind.
 
Korean huts are low and flat.
You squirm and crawl like a Chesire cat.
The mama-sans are much too fat
So you blow your stones on a bamboo mat.
 
Now that’s the end of my tale of woe.
I’m off again to Yeongdeungpo!
Twenty-eight days I’ll get no less
But shiba-shiba haba YES!!

Korean Pie
Lyrics by Former SHHH GM Timber Balls

A long, long time ago I can still remember how that Itaewon could make me smile
and I knew if I had some cash, that I could land some handsome snatch
and surely I’d be happy for a while
but Bush and Rumsfield made me shiver
with every decree they delivered, bad news in formation,
There’d be no fornication
I cried outloud “O MY GOD”, when I heard that it was now outlawed
I used to touch her deep inside, before, the boom boom, died. So…

CHORUS:
Bye, bye Missus Kim don’t you cry,
No more boom-boom, no more drinky, no more sucky me dry.
them good ol’ boys walk by , a tear in their eye,
singin’ now I need to zip up my fly…. now I need to zip up my fly

Did you know that way back then
All the young GI’s were doused in sin,
And the MP’s didn’t know,
and do you believe that hooker hill,
was where you’d go to get a thrill
and Mrs. Kim would teach you how to dance real slow?
Well I know that you’re in love with quim
But the FOX news story was quite dim,
you and Juicy kicked off your shoes
then your butt was on the news.
You are a lonely teenage bronkin’ buck
with weekend pass and the need to fuck
but now your just shit out of luck,
the day, the boom boom died. I started singin…
CHORUS

Now for fifty years they were on their own
And Mama-san sat on her barstool throne,
And that’s how they wanted it to be,
And the girls were always hot and lean,
With a young GI sitting in between
and Mrs. Kim would lock the door …for a feee
But, the leaders back in Washingtin
Are clearly right and without sin,
Your weekend plans took a turn
When the verdict returned
And while GIs bored and run amuck
Go ahead and drink till you upchuck
As long as you don’t try to fuck
the day, the boom boom died. I started singin…
CHORUS

Helter Skelter in the summer swelter
The bar’s locked up like a fallout shelter,
0100 AM is comin faaaaaaaasssst,
The camera shows MP’s walking past,
If they come in my ass is grass
but Mrs Kim showed me how to get out real fast.
Well, the knocking came way too damn soon
My hard-on would be left in ruins,
I jumped out the window
I hope that MP’s slow.
I am a horny GI bronkin’ buck
But now it costs too damn much to fuck
I guess Im just shit out of luck,
the day, the boom boom died. I started singin…
CHORUS

And in there they were all sucking face
The MP’s probably don’t know this place,
I guess Ill have a go again,
So Jill was nimble , and jack came quick
But now he’s lookin at an MP stick
So I guess my hand will be my only friend…
So while Jack was being beaten down
The girl redressed in evening gown, she say
No more GI tonight
I guess Canadians are alright.
And while I sulk into the night
I know you won’t get none tonight
I guess my hand will be alright,
the day, the boom boom died. I started singin…
CHORUS

I met a girl who made me smile, and I paid her to stay there a while
But she just turned and closed the door
I tried them all and now im cursed, my balls are just about to burst
I want to bang my head into a wall
And in the bars I hear them banging
Girls are moaning bedposts clanging, but I will not be pokin’,
I feel like I am broken
the ménage a trios I had before, way back in 2004
I yearn for all those days of yore, the day, the boom boom, died. So…
CHORUS

Hash Songs - Harriettes

Harriettes
The Pussycat Song
My pussycat was scratching at my back door
Scratched so long, poor pussy got sore
Sore pussy! Sore, sore pussy
Just a friendly little cat!
 
My pussycat was sitting on my front step
Sat so long, poor pussy got wet
Wet pussy! Sore...wet...pussy
Just a friendly little cat!
 
My pussycat was playingin my back lot
Played so long, poor pussy got hot
Hot pussy! Sore...wet...hot....pussy
Just a friendly little cat!
 
My pussycat was rocking in the rocking chair
Rocked so long, he lost his hair
Bald pussy! Sore...wet...hot...bald...pussy
Just a friendly little cat!
 
My neighbor and I drank whiskey one night
Pussy got the bottle and he got real tight
Tight  pussy! Sore...wet...hot...bald...tight...pussy
Just a friendly little cat!
 
My neighbor stole mypussycat way from me
I said to my neighbor, "Set my pussycat free!"
Free pussy! Sore...wet...hot...bald...tight...free...pussy
Just a friendly little cat!

Time of the Month (Blood on Trail song)
you can tell, by the smell, that she isn't very well,
when the end of the month comes around.
It'll rank, it'll stink, it'll turn your pecker pink
when the end of the month comes around.

For it’s hi, hi, hay, what you gonna say?
Shout out your sizes loud and clear!
We’ve got super, regular, large,
We’ve got rags to fit a barge
when the end of the month comes around.

I’m a Bitch
I’m a bitch, I’m a bitch.
I tease men, I tease men.
I lick ‘em and suck ‘em and please ‘em all day,
I give ‘em blue balls and then run away,
All men want me but that’s ok,
Cause I’m a bitch. I’m a bitch.

Bitch a Dog
Bitch, a dog, a female dog,
Itch, a place for you to scratch,
Hitch, I pull my kickers up,
Grab, another word for snatch,
Bath, a place for making gin,
Sex, another word for sin,
Prick, a needle going in,
And that brings us back to
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch.

Get It Up, Get It In
Get it up, get it in, get it out don't mess my hair do
You've got a dick but you should lick, move that tongue around
Hit the spot, make me hot
I will scream out loud

Get it up, get it in, get it out don't mess my hair do
You've got a dick but you should lick, move that tongue around Suck my toes, insert your hose
Make my juices flow

Get it up, get it in, get it out don't mess my hair do
You've got a dick but you should lick, move that tongue around
When I am done and I have cum
We'll start another round

Get it up, get it in, get it out don't mess my hair do
You've got a dick but you should lick, move that tongue around

Hash Songs - Harrier vs. Harriette

Harriers vs. Harriettes
Nipples, nipples, N-I-P-P-L-E-S;
Wiggly Jiggly, without you there'd be no breasts!
Lick them, flick them, play with them too,
That's where babies go to get food!
Oh nipples, nipples,You're what make the boobies fun!
 
Scrotum, Scrotum.S-C-R-O-T-U-M.
Mangy, grungy,S-C-R-O-T-U-M.
Scrotum, scrotum,Covered with hair.
What would we do if you weren't there?
Oh scrotum, scrotum,It's what we keep our gonads in!

Cock / Cunt
I LIKE COCK 
I like cock, I like cock, 
See how they rise, See how they rise,
They fit so nicely and feel so grand, 
They come in all sizes, all shapes and brands,
There's nothing finer than making them stand,
'Cause I like cock, I like cock.  

 I LIKE CUNT 
I like cunt, I like cunt, 
Ain't it cute, Ain't it cute?
 Up against railings I've often stood, 
Fucking young ladies and doing them good, 
It's so much better than pulling your pud, 
'Cause I like cunt, I like cunt. 

The Kitchen
MALES: 
Thank God she finally shut-up,
she's always fuck'n bitching.
So drink that BEER get out of here
and get back in the Kitchen! 
FEMALES: 
She likes it in the kitchen,
She likes it in the kitchen,
She likes it in the kitchen,
And kitchen is code for butt!


MASTURBATION SONG
WOMEN
Last night I laid in bed and masturbated,
It felt so good, I knew it would.
Last night I laid in bed and masturbated,
It felt so nice, I did it twice.
First, I gave it the short strokes,
Around and round, on my mound.
Then I gave it the long strokes,
Way in and out, way in and out.
One finger, two fingers, three fingers, four,
Vibrators, dildos, so happy but so sore,
Some people think that fornication's very very grand,
But for satisfaction, I'd rather use my hand!
MEN
Last night I stayed up late and masturbated,
It felt so good, I knew it would.
Last night I stayed up late to masturbate,
It felt so nice, I did it twice.
You should have seen me on the short strokes,
It felt so grand, I used my hand,
And you should have seen me on the long strokes,
It felt so neat, I used my feet.
Shake it, break it, beat it on the floor,
Smash it, bash it, thrust it through the door,
Some people seem to think that fornication's grand,
But for all-around enjoyment, I prefer to use my hand!

Whip It Out / Take Me Out
Whip It Out at the Ball Game - Boys
 Whip it out at the ball game 
Wave it round at the crowd 
Dip it in peanuts and cracker jacks 
We don't care if you give it a whack 
'Cause it's shoot your goo at the ball game 
If you don't come it's a shame 
Coz it's one, two, you've covered in goo 
At the old ball game.

Take Me Out For a Good Ball - Girls
 Take me out for a good ball,
Lay me down on the ground.
Give me your penis and three stiff whacks.
If you come first I won't ever come back.
It's shoot, shoot, shoot for the hole dear,
I can't believe you're so lame!
From the front, back, side I don't care,
You're a damn bad lay!

 Divorce Game - boys
Make me out as the bad guy,
Trash my name in the croud.
Tell them that I don't pay child support,
my breath is bad, and my dick is too short.
Cause it's all my fault for the whole thing,
the guy is always to blame...
Take my car, house and half of my pay,
at the Dee-vorse game!

Harrier Taunt

Oh we wish he wasn't hung like a mosquito,
Tiny's what he truly seems to be-e-e,
For if he wasn't hung like a mosquito,
He'd surely get a lot more play from me!!

Harriette Taunt

Oh they wish they were a hasher with a wiener,
That is what they'd truly like to be.
For if they were a hasher with a wiener,
They wouldn't have to stop and squat to pee.

Hash Songs - For Him

For Him
It’s A Small DIck
Well it isn't long and it isn't thick, 
It gets hard too slow and it cums too quick,
It gers lost in her twat,
But it's all that he's got,
It's a small, small, dick.
 It's a small dick after all,
It's a small dick after all,
Always limp from alcohol,
It's a small, small, dick!

Who Needs Sex?
Who needs sex? Who needs sex?
It’s no fun. It’s no fun.
He grunts and he gasps like he’s on a long run,
HE’s in for a minute then squirts on your bum,
HE falls asleep as soon as he’s done,
So who needs sex? Who needs sex?

Hash Songs - For Her

For Her
She’s All Right
She’s all right, she’s all right,
She’s little bit flat-chested, but she’s all right
Her Left Tit
Her left tit hangs down to her right tit
Her right tit hangs down to her knee
If her left tit did equal her right tit
She'd still get a down-down from me
Drink it down, down, down, down...

The Wiggle of Her Ass
Well, the wiggle of her ass would make a dead man cum,
And the nipples on her tits are as big as my thumb,
She's a mean motherfucker, she's a great cocksucker,
She's a harriette!
O, Harriette!
O, harriette, you're beautiful,
with freshly shaven pubes!
With nipples so erect and hard
on a pair of lucious boobs.
 
O, harriette, o harriette,
please spread your legs for me.
And crown my wood
with something good
before you have to peeeeeeee.

Hash Songs - For Either

For Either

Meet the Hashers
Hashers, meet the hashers
They're the biggest drunks in history
From the hash of Phuket
They're the leaders in debauchery
Half minds, trailing shiggy through the years
Watch them, as they down a lot of beer
Down-down, down-down down-down.

S/He's the Meanest
He's the meanest,
He sucks the horse's penis,
He's the meanest,
He's a horse's ass.
All he does is pound it,
Ever since he found it,
He's the meanest,
He's a horse's ass.
He's always pissing on us,
He's rotten and dishonest,
He's the meanest,
He's a horse's ass.

Why Was S/He Born So Beautiful?
Why was he born so beautiful,
Why was he born at all.
He's no fucking use to anyone,
He's no fucking use at all.
He might be a joy to his mother,
But he's a pain in the asshole to me!
Drink it down, down, down, down…

S/He Ought
He ought to be thoroughly pissed on,
He ought to be publicly shot,
He ought to be tied to a dunny
And left there to fester and rot.
Drink it down, down, down, down…

True Blue
Here's to ...., s/he's true blue,
He's a Hasher, through and through,
He's a Pisspot, so they say,
Tried to get to heaven but went the other way!
Drink it down down down down…
Heres to Brother/Sister Hasher(s)
Here's to brother hasher, Bother hasher, brother hasher
Here's to brother hasher, May he chug-a-lug.
He's happy, he's jolly,
He's fucked up by golly,
Here's to brother hasher,
May he chug-a-lug.

So drink motherfucker,
Drink motherfucker,
Drink motherfucker,
Drink motherfucker,
Here's to brother hasher,
May he chug-a-lug.

Soldier Song
Asshole, asshole, a soldier I will be
To piss, to piss, two pistols on my knee
For cunt, for cunt, for country and my queen
Asshole, asshole, asshole, asshole, a soldier I will be
Drink it down, down, down, down...

Three Big Beers
Three big beers, Three big beers
See how they foam, see how they foam
You ran through shiggy all around trail
Then some hasher told evil tales
So now you must drink down your ale
It’s three big beers, three big beers
Down down down, down down down….

All Beers Bright and Beautiful
All beers bright and beautiful
All down-downs great and small
All ales pale with hops a-full
You’re going to drink them all
Each little bottle opened
Each bitter tasty zing
You will guzzle down the lot
And then we shan’t have to sing
Down-down-down-down-down-down-down….

Fuck a Duck
Fuck a duck, a female duck,
Screw a baby kangaroo.
Finger-bang an orangutan,
Let an elephant do you.
Fell the penis of an eel,
Whack the asshole of a yak.
Masturbate with a gnu,
And that will bring you back to,
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck...

Mrs. Murphy
Take it by the hand Mrs Murphy,
It only weighs a quarter of a pound,
Its got hair around it’s neck like a turkey,
And it comes when you stroke it up and down,
Down, down, down...


U-G-L-Y, you ain’t got no alibi,
You’re ugly, you’re ugly,
Your father says you’re ugly!
D-A-D-D-Y, you don’t even know that guy,
Your daddy, your daddy,
Your daddy says you’re ugly!
U-N-C-L-E, he might be your real daddy,
Your uncle, your uncle,
Your uncle says you’re ugly!

Tuesday, October 29, 2013

Review: I Dream of Zenia with the Bright Red Teeth


I Dream of Zenia with the Bright Red Teeth
I Dream of Zenia with the Bright Red Teeth by Margaret Atwood

My rating: 3 of 5 stars



This short story encapsulates why I feel that I just don't really get short stories. I liked it well enough but nothing really... happened. Granted, I had no idea until seconds ago that it's about the characters from The Robber Bride, which I haven't read yet. Perhaps it'll be more interesting to me once I've read that? Anyway, it was good and I found the bit with the dog bite rather amusing.



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Review: Zombie


Zombie
Zombie by Joyce Carol Oates

My rating: 3 of 5 stars



I read this because it's short and I thought it would fit nicely into a Halloween-theme. And yeah, clearly I didn't recall any blurbs I might have read about it, because I expected an actual zombie, rather than the ramblings of a serial killer. So, horrifying, rather than spooky, but it was fine. It read a bit like YA except I suppose in the subject matter. It kept my attention and I thought she did a really good job with the narrator's voice. That said, this was rough to read because of just that.



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Review: One Lucky Vampire


One Lucky Vampire
One Lucky Vampire by Lynsay Sands

My rating: 2 of 5 stars



I wanted to like this more, but it sort of bored me. Though 2-stars isn't bad, in my mind, for some vamp porn, because I generally rate the good ones 3-stars. But yeah, somehow there was no sense of urgency in a series of attempted murders and even the romance felt like it was dialed in. Perhaps I've just read too many of these.



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Review: The Wayfinders


The Wayfinders
The Wayfinders by Wade Davis

My rating: 4 of 5 stars



With a few university evolutionary archaeology courses under my belt and an interest in cultures of the world that's led to a fair amount of anthropological reading, the first two chapters of this, while good, felt like a review of things I already knew. After that it got a bit more interesting as it covered ground I was unfamiliar or at least less familiar with. There were a few points that had me seeing things in a new way - like the suggestion that paleolithic cave art could be a nostalgia for the days before humans split off from animals into something new.



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Tuesday, October 22, 2013

Review: Sweetness in the Belly


Sweetness in the Belly
Sweetness in the Belly by Camilla Gibb

My rating: 5 of 5 stars



So, so good. The history, the relationships, everything was well written and fascinating. Also extremely moving. I learned so much about Ethiopia and it was an interesting insight into Islam as well.

The description of council flats was easy for me - I can picture all of that. That was part of my landscape when I lived in Edinburgh, which was also at the time having a immigrant/refuge issue (in that many Scots wanted the ability to finally be Scottish with their new parliament, but at the same time Scotland was getting an increasing number of refuges that had previously stayed more in England or at least in big cities and that was all changing.)

The friendship between Lilly and Amina made total sense to me. While being an expat isn't the same as being a refuge by far, the idea of a fast, tight friendship coming out of almost nowhere and happening really fast, based on only a few similarities, is totally my experience with expat friendships in a place where people cycle in and out in a year or two.

I thought the relationship between Lilly and Aziz made a lot of sense. It wasn't just that Aziz was her first lover, but also that she broke so many of her own religious rules to make the space in her life/mind for Aziz. To me that's the part that was really huge and to have lost him so immediately after, to have that possible guilt over having tainted him with her connection with Selassie, I can totally see why she held on to that love.

I liked learning about this particular brand of Islam with its saints. It was interesting to compare that with what I know of Christianity taking in local customs and meshing with them. I also loved the insight on how the various Muslim refuges all praying together was moving things away from traditions and cultures and to a more fundamentalist view.

I really liked Lilly as a character. I liked how distant and ghost-like she felt. I liked her interactions with those around her as she sought her place in a series of worlds that were never quite her own. I liked how she slowly grew to think of how she felt about her parents and the lifestyle she had with them - how Islam influenced her thoughts about them and how her opinions softened as she got older and realized how complex and difficult the world can be.

Also, I really hope that farenji is where the Star Trek Ferengi came from.



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Review: Sweetness in the Belly


Sweetness in the Belly
Sweetness in the Belly by Camilla Gibb

My rating: 5 of 5 stars



So, so good. The history, the relationships, everything was well written and fascinating. Also extremely moving. I learned so much about Ethiopia and it was an interesting insight into Islam as well.



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Thursday, October 17, 2013

Review: The Works of Edgar Allen Poe - Volume 5


The Works of Edgar Allen Poe - Volume 5
The Works of Edgar Allen Poe - Volume 5 by Edgar Allan Poe

My rating: 0 of 5 stars



It appears I accidentally clicked on Volume 5 first, but how can I not love anything that starts with an essay about the philosophy of furniture and contains this line: "Yet I have heard fellows discourse of carpets with the visage of a sheep in reverie — “d’un mouton qui rêve” — who should not and who could not be entrusted with the management of their own moustachios."

Sure, between the furniture and the Romans besieging Jews it's not been at all what I expected, but so far it's wonderful.

What I ended up liking best about this volume was the anticipation of scary. Even if a given short story wasn't particularly spooky, I'd get all worked up expecting that it would be. At one point I was reading this in the Pyeongtaek train station and Wyatt scared the shit out of me when he arrived and touched my shoulder.

Unfortunately for me, then we hit the poetry bit. I liked The Raven but everything after was all downhill. The problem could be me: I'm not a poetry reader. I find that I can read it and find the rhythm and perhaps a line or a few together will make sense, but after that the poem tends to flow over me and make no sense overall. Since the last third of this volume was all poetry (or even worse, an essay about what makes real poetry), it ended up disappointing a fair bit.

That said, I do intend to try and read the first four volumes over the next four Octobers, so perhaps Poe will be redeemed for me at some point.

Also, that essay about furniture was pure win.



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Thursday, October 10, 2013

Review: MaddAddam


MaddAddam
MaddAddam by Margaret Atwood

My rating: 5 of 5 stars



So, so, so good.

I'm super sad that this trilogy is over, though this last book totally did wrap up everything incredibly well. I've loved Atwood's view of the future, especially the idea that it's all based on present day science. The Crakers become very interesting in this book, as are the discussions about them. I loved the relationship between Toby and Blackbeard. Zeb was also fascinating.

I love Atwood.



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Review: The Works of Edgar Allen Poe - Volume 5


The Works of Edgar Allen Poe - Volume 5
The Works of Edgar Allen Poe - Volume 5 by Edgar Allan Poe

My rating: 0 of 5 stars



It appears I accidentally clicked on Volume 5 first, but how can I not love anything that starts with an essay about the philosophy of furniture and contains this line: "Yet I have heard fellows discourse of carpets with the visage of a sheep in reverie — “d’un mouton qui rêve” — who should not and who could not be entrusted with the management of their own moustachios."

Sure, between the furniture and the Romans besieging Jews it's not been at all what I expected, but so far it's wonderful.



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Tuesday, October 08, 2013

Review: The Iron Bridge


The Iron Bridge
The Iron Bridge by Anton Piatigorsky

My rating: 0 of 5 stars



While I was back in Canada, I spent a lot of time in bookstores. Not just because I wanted to, though I did, but also because the Indigo in Yorkdale is my mom and my meeting place of choice. One day I came across this book and was intrigued, but I didn't buy it. The next time I was there the display had changed and I couldn't find it again - a greyish book about dictators wasn't something the staff could help me find. But Goodreads has connected me to it again and I gave in to the one-click and got it.



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Friday, October 04, 2013

Review: Be Still My Vampire Heart


Be Still My Vampire Heart
Be Still My Vampire Heart by Kerrelyn Sparks

My rating: 3 of 5 stars



After reading Flannery O'Connor and being incredibly depressed by her short stories, this was the perfect fluff reading. Vampires and Scotsmen in kilts and a happy ending.



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Thursday, October 03, 2013

Review: The Complete Stories


The Complete Stories
The Complete Stories by Flannery O'Connor

My rating: 3 of 5 stars



A Good Man Is Hard To Find and The Life You Save May Be Your Own were 5-star reads. In general, I liked all of the stories minus the ones that later went on to be part of Wise Blood, which I have to admit, I wasn't really all that fond of. I think had I read this collection more slowly, over large periods of time, I might have liked it more. It's a bit intense and depressing to read all at once, but so far that's just how I read on my Kindle. I found it interesting to compare The Geranium and Judgement Day, since they begin and end the collection and have the same plot outline - but the latter is far more grim. Overall, I feel like I learned quite a lot about a specific time period in the South that I know little about and enjoyed doing so, though at the end I felt a bit like I was just trying to plow through to the end.



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