It is amazing to me that I
could live some where: the cops don't care about you drinking in public, you
can run over and drink nectar on top of a coliseum, you can go
to a strip joint with several of your friends and fuck a stripper 3 tables
over, stumble and fall over bushes while searching for nectar, flash your genitals
in public as often as you like, walk around town in a kilt, a dress, lingerie,
a wet suit, a Santa suit, naked; fall into the water while walking on a
jetty, sing sexually explicit songs to ugly bartenders for a clue,
sing sexually provocative songs to good lookin bartenders for beer,
fly over the top of some bums shopping cart (AKA Ranger Smurfs side car
and possibly the FRB cart) while racing at full speed toward Q's, Drinking
nectar off of Boobs, butts, and BOOBS, you can be consoled by a
friend after realizing that you fucked a stripper and wonder how many
other people she has done that with. puking in a closet the middle of
the hash room the middle of Doctor Rockits (it took me a while to
build the tolerance for this debauchery), you can then have you friend
that you where confiding in pay the stripper the $20 you owe her for the
dance then tells you, "Don't worry jack off for Three Days if it
doesn't BURN then your good, need another 20.(thanks Ranger)" get
lost while laying a trail Because you drank to much before the on-start
(how do you do it Chef, Sorry Puerto), Get endless (I am not saying
its always good) advice on sex, women, life, and sex, Laying a
trail with 12 water crossings, being a (not so) secret hare, Go down on a
harriette in Burger King, Have to people at one time give you head in the
back of the Beer Truck, Get persecuted by some old fuckin Captain VEGA who
finally explained what RTA means, Find the cheapest Guinness and New
Castle on tap in town, See a prince Albert while waiting to see your
friends in their make up, ZENING IT and then ButterBlinging it, Watching
Monday Night Football and playing NTN, You can see tits on a Fire Truck,
all while consuming nectar in public with the best bunch of friends I
could ever know...
Now I will live in Ft Worth.
No other hash will ever mean as much as Corpus and BAL. I wish that
I had more time in Corpus to spend with My Brother and Sister Hashers.
I had been working on a Hash
song. And I finished composing it on my drive to Ft Worth. It
goes to the theme song of Sesame Street.
Cloudy days chasing the full
moon away,
On my way to where the Beer is
cold
Won't you tell me how to get
How to get to the Beer Here
How to get to the On-In
How to get to the
BEER
I love Hashing, I loved getting to be the RA for BALH3, I Loved
Getting to Know the Corpus Christi Hashers. I know in many of the
other Fuck Offs I have read they generally go through the names of each
Hasher and say something about them. This would be fine if only
there weren't so many of you so in this draft of my Fuck Off I have
excluded that section for fear that someone may get left out.