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20th KDH3MC Hash
Saturday 10-19-02
Weather: Cloudy

It was warm and wet, not too much different than the feeling Gaylord gets when he sleeps with Chemo's dog.  We were on a mission, a mission to help bring peace to our little part of the world.  How could we possible accomplish this as a lowly Drinking Club?  Well by joining forces with other drinking clubs and experiencing WORLD PEACE THROUGH BEER!

We meet at the ChemoDildoFocker Casa at 10 am, that's right I said 10 am!, to begin our crusade.  Dildo Diva, a native Canadian, married Chemo, a screwed up American, to help bridge the gap between these two nations.  We toasted their strides for world peace through unity by lifting our paper cups filled with the Canadian brew, LA FIN DU MONDE.  Some of the comments on the nectar were from Spankin Granny "Smells like apple cider." and Blue Balls "Good rhythm, but hard to dance to."

Next we lifted our kilts and cruised over to Sutherland's parking lot.  COCKSHOT, our brave hare, quoted some jibberish printed from the internet about the sir name of Sutherland being Scottish and doled out a taste of BELHAVEN SCOTTISH ALE. CHEMO led us in a round of The Lassie with the Black Hairy Assy and we downed our brew.  Some of the comments heard about this beer were from Spankin Granny "Bitter as my last girlfriend."; BLUE BALLS "Definitely not a breakfast beer."; and TWAT DID YOU SAY? "Bitter? Nah, this is smooth and light!" 

COP BLOCKER joined us in the parking lot of Sutherlands and straddled ROTTEN CHERRY'S red Harley leaving CHERRY to ride bitch with SPANKIN GRANNY. The rest of us saddled up on our steel ponies and revved over to the parking lot between Jeron's Tea Room and the Q-Pub off Avalon street to pop the top on our English beer, SAMUEL SMITH OATMEAL STOUT.  To the tune of A Soldier I Will Be, we downed the thick brew.  Such comments were heard as "It's like drinking a piece of toast." from BLUE BALLS and "My body is now full of farts!" from GAYLORD FOCKER.  

The sky opened up and we scurried to the indoor sanctum of Seoul Gardens.  There we enjoyed AHSAI, a "great dark beer" as stated by RIM RAIDER.  We ordered much sushi and rice before braving the weather once more.  We walked outside and B2 noted that "it had finally cleared up".  While heading to a nearby costume shop that was going out of business, we were saturated and sought refuge in the shop terrorizing customers.  

Soon enough the skies were blue enough to meander downtown to visit Ireland.  Alas when we arrived, Cassidy's was closed so we had to settle for a German beer at Sonja's.  While sucking down our WARSTEINER, RIM RAIDER blessed us with an ode to our recently fucked off German hasher LILY VON STUPP:

Ooten, gleebin, glouten, globen
Lily's ass is always open
Now he's moved to Humberg, G.
And his beer tastes like pee!

A short walk up the road and we were in Mexico via Cheers.  A smokey bar with a tart little Mexican senorita who actually thought she could count was working the bar.  We ordered DOS ESQUIS (XX) and SAUZA DIABLO. GOT GAS? JACKASS! said Mexican beer was best when served "with salt and lime." GAYLORD FOCKER added it was "as smooth as a Mexican whore." and he should known being one of the original Mexicans!

Once again we loaded up and rode to B&J's Pizza, so named for the BJ's CHEMO was caught giving for free out back.  They boasted beers from all over the world so we figured where better to end and have religion.  Each of us chose a different beer and passed the ales around for the others to try.  We enjoyed beer from Belgium, CONSENDONK`, and Dublin, GUINESS, and England, DOUBLE CHOCOLATE STOUT, and USA with BLUE STAR and SNAKE DOG.  Our beloved RA, ROTTEN CHERRY, requested songs and tales from the trail.  We sang and drank boasting the world was truly a more peaceful place- at least in Coprus Christi!