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2nd KDH3MC Hash
Saturday 12-29-01
Weather: Clear and a little cool

So there we were.... no shit!  A motley crew of about 8 hashers with their two wheeled chariots parked near the memorial of Selena and scaring all tourists and joggers passing by.  The start time was growing near but we were certain there were at least a few more hashers destined to arrive.  Sure enough a low rumble is heard and we all turn to see PECKER CHECKER arrive in style donned in her leather chaps.  Cold or not it sure drove the guys wild! 

Introductions are made as there are two virgins on the ride.  BLUE BALLS takes the helm and gives everyone a quick overview of how this hash will work.  He encourages a captain to be chosen once the hares are away and for the pack to stay together.  Blessings are given and the hares, BLUE BALLS (with COCKSHOT riding bitch) and CHEMO take off into the wild blue yonder. 

After the appropriate ten minute head (who said head... I'll take some of that) start is given, PECKER CHECKER opens the sealed envelope containing the first clue.  The pack must ride to Landry's, Joe's Crab Shack, Water Street Oyster Bar and any Omni Hotel and get a matchbook from each to prove they were there.  These matchbooks will be needed to obtain the next clue at the "Country Store" on North Beach.  JUST SONNY leaves the pack shortly after the start to get primed for an orgy he is hosting later that evening.  The rest of the pack makes their rounds and continues to the Country Store to try to catch the hares.

Crossing over the bridge, EARFUCKED thinks he spots the hares and takes the first turn around to catch up to them.  He is sadly mistaken and must rejoin the group with his tail tucked between his legs.  Once at the Country Store the crew produced the matchbooks and had to sing an appropriate hash song for their clue.  The cop at the store was suspicious and after giving SPANKIN' GRANNY a full body cavity search allowed all to proceed. 

The next portion required a little hash intellect (oxymoron).  The pack had to go to a nearby dead end street and look for chad.  There they had to dismount and actually follow trail to a "Circled H".  Once at the intersection they had to dig up the next clue.  After much whining from DONKEY JOTO about getting sand in his boots they managed to find the bottle.  Thanks to a stiff blade and a corkscrew provided by JUST BILLY (what is he a boy scout or something) the clue is retrieved from the bottle and the hash continues.

The next leg runs the pack along the access road of the ship channel. Full of potholes and loose gravel, this road is considered shiggy for bikes.  PECKER CHECKER makes it through with a white knuckled death grip and a straight ahead "don't anybody distract me" look.  At the end of the road is an unexpected delay as the draw bridge is up to allow for a passing barge.  The hares will be just a cloud a dust to the pack now.

The next stop is Doc's Turnaround.  Here one of the hounds are required to put an undergarment on the outside of their apparel and ask for a pink lemonade from the bartender. EARFUCKED perks up at the chance to show of his lacy new bra.  The surly customers flocked to EARFUCKED looking for a lap dance but the rest of the pack piped up with a chorus of "Hot Vagina" to receive the next clue.

Back on the road again, the hounds were instructed to proceed to the H.E.B. at the corner of Leopard and Nueces Bay Blvd. and wait by the pay phone for instruction that will be given once and only once.  PECKER CHECKER answers and DONKEY JOTO scribbles down the barely coherent instructions.  The trail goes past the airport on 44W and turns on 2292S.  There are a few more wrong turns but the on in was given as the Boon Docks at the end of Laguna Shores Dr.

The hares are waiting with beers in hand.  The pack arrives just a little too soon though because BLUE BALLS had his eye on a young firm goat that was meandering around the parking lot.  He was making a little progress when he had to stop for religion.

Religion was short.  Down downs consisted of tiny clit sips so riders would not be hammered.  Everyone was made to drink for some offense or another and then 7 Harley's, one Honda Civic and one bitch left to eat out a Hooter's girl, I mean eat at Hooter's!

Be sure to join us on our next ride on Saturday 1-12-02.  Check the website and watch for an email for details.

On-on,
COCKSHOT