Now, first of all I would like to start out by saying that when I am
drunk, I guarantee you that I will not remember when I commit myself to
do anything. With that said, the hash evening started out for me in
warp speed. Apparently I and GGJ committed ourselves to provide the
food for the night. No problem, not at all. As I was running
around like a chicken with it's "peter" cut off, GGJ was cool as a
cucumber. Well I can tell you where to put your cucumber. But
that's another story.
So there we are at Rockit's heading out to the Sacred Whore and it is
hares away; the hares being Mr. Hanky and Pet My Pooper. In attendance
was PRJ, Plug, Twat (who seemed to remember the FRB vessel for me to lug
around all night.), GGJ, me, Stuff My Box, By the Way Boys, Chef, Blue Balls
& Zamboni, Richard Simmons and I believe that is it. Wait, no that
is not all of them, who did I leave out? Hmmm. Oh yeah! I remember
that we had a dick-stinguished visitor amongst us. You know him, I
know him, we all know him: Bend Em Over The Pewey from SAH3. Welcome
brother hasher.
As interfunctions are completed, GGJ starts us out with a ditty of
"Today is ???" Again, if you missed last week's trash, there
was mention of the hash as being a tourist attraction; well the damn
poparazzis struck again. After finding out that Tuesday is a two fist
day, the children were escorted away as they too were singing along.
WE ARE WALKING! On on down the road we cum to the T head?, S head?
what ever head is was (that's alot of head.) where we find the BH.
Ahhh sweet nectar. Pictures were taken and we are off. Trail
takes us back to the main road and thru the shitty cunt-struction to Q's
Pub. 4 pitchers waiting for us when it is then that Blue Balls makes
the announcement that Zambonio will be making her 200th run!! Honor to
her. I am on a mission for her Hash ID. Group picture taken and
it is off we go (into the hott, wett, pussy) to find more beer.
BEER!!! in the bush. And wouldn't you know it, Zamboni tackles the
beer bag to consume the ice inside. Let go girl, just give us the beer
and no one will get hurt. Damn is she possessive or what? With
all the ice that she eats on trail and given that she is 200 hash runs
old, I guess this would be the time for her "dog meno-paws" to
kick in. Damn the hott flashes. Oh well, it is off we go looking
for trail. Finally, someone locates it and trail leads us near
Knuckleheads and down the hill, On-In to Doc Rockit's. And no I was
not the FRB again. That would have made it 3 weeks in a row. No,
no my silly hashers, it was none other then Chef Boy On Me Bitch.
Yeah, I can't believe it either. But between you and me, on trail we
were talking about how lovely the vessel is and how lite weight it is and
Chef kept going on and on about how he wanted to wear it next. Chef,
ask and yee shall receive.
It is now time for REEEEEEEELIGION. Circle goes great, plenty of
down downs, ditties being sung, pictures being taken. Let me tell you
that since I now take the camera and take pics, I feel more and more like an
oriental in Vegas. The passing of the FRB vessel from myself to Chef
was performed and tales from the trail & accusation continue. I
honestly do not remember any of it because I was DRUNK. Announcements
were Hastoberfest, IF you haven't already rego'ed for it, do it now. GGJ
will be the hare for next week's BALH3 and also announced that he will have
2 secret hares to boot. I know who they are, I know who they are!!
Bribes are welcomed!!! All I have to say about that is
that you really will be kicking your self in the arse if you miss it.
Also a reminder that on July 16th C2H3 is our RA's fuck off and also a
Welcome Back Ranger Smurf Braveheart Trail. Dress appropriately
or suffer the cunt-se-queffes.. That is it, I am spent, I have no
more for now. Enough with the applause, you are too kind.
On-Out
Re-Fux-Ology