THE HASH WEDDING OF LITTLE BLOW PEEP AND DIGGER
(Nice Day For A Red Wedding)

Opening Hymn # 69

We're here because we're here because We're here because we're here because we're here (repeat)

RA
Dearly inebriated, we've cum here today in the presence of this pack to join two of our favourite hashers in Grand Holy Mattress Monkey. In order to make this ceremony as solemn and meaningless as possible I would first ask that we bow our heads and repeat the sacred prayer.

Our lager, which art in barrels,
Hallowed be thy drink.
  At home as 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

RA
Whereas Little Blow Peep and Digger did connect on the internet and did hover in cyber space before suck cuming to earthly desires where they have being getting it on on ever since.
And whereas Little Blow Peep did lose her sheep until Digger did cum home with said sheep wagging their tails behind them.
Attesting to their dreary lives, Little Blow Peep and Digger have now resolved to end each hash by getting lucky without the need for self gratification or technology.
Therefore by the power vested in me as the VH3 Religious Advisor I will now join Little Blow Peep and Digger in heavenly bondage. The cuffs please. (A member of the pack handcuffs one of their arms together).

Little Blow Peep do you take this cross dressing hasher for better or worse, in vomit and shiggy, with his farts and his snores, to have and to hash until death or whatever do you part?
Answer- I do.

Digger do you take this scarlet harriette for better or worse, on the rag and in health, on bad hair days and good, to have and to hash until death or whatever do you part?
Answer- I do.

Please raise your glasses and repeat after me "With this cheer I thee wed".

Down Down Song

Today we wed Digger and Litlle Blow Peep.
We heard them say I Do,
Give it your best for the next fifty years
But first drink down your cheers.

(Pack raises their glasses and shouts)
Cheers
Drink it down down ...

 

I now pronounce you hasher and harriette, doomed to spend the ' rest of your days hashing together. May you go forth and find many new trails with all of their False Trails, On Backs and On Ons.

You may now moon or spoon the pack.

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