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Here’s to her sister!
That blow through the treeses.
And lift girls’ chemises.
Way over their kneeses.
And show us the creases.
That twitches and squeezes.
And teases and pleases.
And carries diseases.
Once she walks by she never looks back,
And when she kisses, oh, how sweet,
She makes things stand that never had feet.
I love her best when she’s undressed,
I’d fuck her sitting, standing, lying,
If she had wings I’d fuck her flying,
And when she’s dead and long forgotten,
I’ll dig her up and fuck her rotten!
Response: Get on her and stay on her!
That sleazy, slimy slut.
Green fungus lies between her thighs,
And worms crawl out her butt.
Before I’d scale those scabby legs,
Or suck those pus-filled tits,
I’d drink a gallon of buzzard puke,
And die of the drizzly shits.
Is to stick his cockulation,
Up the woman’s ventilation,
To increase the population,
Of the coming generation.
Here’s to the game of twenty toes,
It’s played all over the town.
The women play with ten toes up,
The men with ten toes down.
“At times above you,”
(then he moves his glass below hers and says):
“At times below you,”
(then he clinks the glasses and says):
“Always beside you,”
(then he pours a little of whatever he has in his glass into hers and says):
“And sometimes inside you!”
“A veces abajo de ti,
A veces debajo de ti,
Siempre a lado de ti,
A veces a dentro de ti!”
Here’s to me in my sober mood,
When I ramble, sit, and think.
Here’s to me in my drunken mood,
When I gamble, sin, and drink.
And when my days are over,
And from this world I pass,
I hope they bury me upside down,
So the world can kiss my ass!
And wages are small,
So drink more beer,
And fuck ’em all.
And if I thought he could piss enough.
I’d tie his head to the foot of the bed.
And suck his dick till we both were dead!
A Tragedy in Five Scenes by Francis Seidov Bacon.
Contributed by Richard Applebee, Barbados HHH.
time of the last Banks Holiday in Barbados. The plot is sauced from.
B_arnaise the Elder whose piquant writings influenced the young Bacon.
during his formative years. The spectator is called upon to accept much that.
is improbable and the play has none of the lyrical realism which.
characterised his later works such as Omelette, Prince of Denmark, and Henry.
Binnema, Part II. There can be no sympathy for the main characters whose.
outrageous and unnatural cruelty drive them to their tragic doom.
Rob Bateson, a fisherman.
Derek Russell, a herald (and RA)
John Clooney, a FRB.
Alison Elliot, a loyal wife.
Mark Doktoroff, a doctor.
Malcolm Gibbons, a baker.
Annie Seymour, an officer from HMS Boxer.
Peppermint, a dog.
About forty hashers including naval ratings.
vehicles lie on their sides after traversing a mile of impassable terrain.
Bruised hashers tend their wounds as if after a battle. A lynching mob is.
being organised. Enter James Elliot carrying a dead pig.
Give me your beers.
I come to cook this pig.
The evil I have done lives after me.
But the good is on these bones.
For thee alone – $6 a plate.
Exeunt all, shouting ON-ON.
unrecognisable. A number have drowned crossing two raging torrents and Jan.
Bateson has sunk to her ears in a puddle. All are covered in mud and several.
shoes have been lost.The trail of flour has disappeared in the lashing rain.
Enter John, returning from St Nicholas’ Abbey.
That is the question.
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind.
To follow the rings and arrows of outrageous hashers.
Or return to find the loathsome hares.
And by strangulation, end them.
It is a dot and then another.
Arise fair hashers, the trail is found.
Let’s to the beach!
stumbles South, leaning into the wind. Only Malcolm Gibbons, delirious,
runs in the sea. Enter Mark Doctoroff, going North with an escort.
God and your legs be praised, victorious friends!
Through bog and beach.
Through flood, through fire.
I have hashed everywhere.
Swifter I, than Patti Roach.
Picking up a sailor!
Those hares shall burn in never quenching fire.
Come! Let us rid the world of their foul presence.
stagger in and order Banks. Some are armed with axes and prepare to execute.
in the RA’s regalia stands on the podium and gives orders that the shit.
shirt be made particularly revolting for the occasion. The pig is roasting.
in the China box, but many hashers feel that the hares should take its place.
It droppeth like this downpour from heaven.
Upon the bog beneath.
I shame to hear thee speak, O timorous wretches.
Thou hast besmirched us with mud and set a most piteous hash.
Some are born shits, some achieve shittiness And some have shittiness thrust.
But thou takest the biscuit.
Palmer casts a bucket of cold water over them to express her appreciation of.
the hash. The bar is opened and several more die in the rush.
him, or perhaps because he ate some of Elliot’s pig. The only surviving.
fragments of the manuscript refer disjointedly to a game of cricket and a.
tug-of-war on the beach. How exciting the final d_nouement may have been can.
best be judged from the following scrap of dialogue, scribbled at the bottom.

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