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STUPID HASH JOKES!
When I was born, I got a choice - A big dick or a
good memory. I am not able to remember, what did I choose.
My wife is a sex object.
Every time I ask for sex, she objects. Impotence:
Nature's way of saying "No hard feelings".
There are only two four letter words that are offensive
to men - don't and stop, unless they are used together. Panties are not
the best thing on earth, but next to the best thing on earth.
There are three stages to
sex in a person's life: Tri Weekly, Try Weekly, and Try Weakly.
Having sex is like playing bridge. If you don't have a good partner, you'd better have a good hand.
I tried phone sex once, but the holes
in the dialer were too small. Do infants enjoy infancy as much as adults enjoy adultery?
Marriage is the only war where you get to sleep with the enemy.
What's an Australian
kiss? The same thing as a French kiss, only down under.
A couple just married were happy with the whole thing. He was happy with the Hole and She was happy with the Thing......
What are the three biggest tragedies in a man's life? Life sucks, job sucks and the wife
doesn't.
Q: What's the difference between a bitch and a whore?
A: A whore sleeps with everyone at the party and a bitch sleeps with everyone except you.
Q: Why do men find it difficult to make eye contact ? A: Breasts don't have eyes.
Of course you've heard about the Viagra! computer virus, it turns your 3 1/2 inch floppy into a hard disk.
Despite the old saying, "Don't take your troubles to bed", many men still sleep with their wives !!!.
(thanks
to Hackenbush)
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Down
Down Song Here's to ... ... he's true blue, He's
a hasher through and through He's a pisspot so they say, He tried to get to heaven, But he went the other way! Drink
it down down down down, down, down, down, down, down, Why are we waiting, why are we waiting ...
The Beer's Prayer Our lager, Which art in barrels, Hallowed be thy drink. Thy
will be drunk, (I will be drunk), At home, as it is in the pub.
Give us this day our foamy head, And forgive us our spillage's, As
we forgive those who spill against us. And lead us not to incarceration, But deliver us from hangovers. For thine
is the beer, the bitter and the lager.
Forever and ever. Bell.
The Hash Hymn Swing low sweet chariot, Coming for to carry me home, Swing
low sweet chariot, Coming for to carry me home.
I looked over Jordan, And what did I see, Coming for to carry
me home, A band of angels, Coming after me, Coming for to carry me home.
Swing low sweet chariot, Coming
for to carry me home, Swing low sweet chariot, Coming for to carry me home.
If you get there before I do, Coming
for to carry me home, Tell my friends I'm coming too, Coming for to carry me home.
Swing low sweet chariot, Coming
for to carry me home, Swing low sweet chariot, Coming for to carry me home.
Mis-Management
accepts no responsibility for the accuracy of any of the lyrics quoted above.
Hashing
may seriously effect your sense of humour. Any social diseases acquired at the hash are not the responsibility of the Mis-Management.
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