DBH3 Hash #703

Did you know that alligators like bread and Sun Chips? We found out that they do. Well, at least the one that lives behind the Advanced Technology Center in Ormond does. See, we had plenty of time to kill because Gilligan took off with the keys to the beer wagon in his pocket. Goofy and No Blow had to chase him down to retrieve them So, while we were waiting we entertained ourselves by feeding the gator. He was just a little guy and we were a little nervous that Momma gator might be lurking somewhere nearby so we didn't get too close to the edge.

After a chalk talk almost as good as Waaayyy Beyond Gay's 2 weeks ago, the pack took off into the shiggy across the street. Laser Lips was the first one to get wet when she fell (or was she pushed? Papa Tard?) into the ditch we were crossing. Oopsy! Not many runners in the pack tonight, and those who were running were slowed down by big ass puddles and thick shiggy. A few rangers went in search of pavement to bypass some of the water. Wussies!

Here's where things took a turn for the worse.

We came up on one of our favorite marks, a "BC" somewhere on Whatchamacallit Road near the Shooting Range. Our joy quickly turned to dismay as we realized there was no beer anywhere to be found. It seems our little friend, Just Erin, who was driving the beer wagon, got LOST and MISSED the beer check!!!!! She must be punished! WBG, Just Wendy, Virgin Karen and Laser Lips decided to range some more and look for her. Richard Pierce, Virgin Bo, Sunk-n-Shit, Just Jamie & Cockpit stayed on trail. That is, until Richard Pierce decided to get everybody lost at a YBF! Normally, when one comes to a YBF, one turns around and goes back from where one came. We all know Richard Pierce is not normal. He decided to keep going because "he knows where we're going." Yeah, right! Good thing he had technology on trail and called Just Erin to come pick us up in the car. FYI-10 people and 2 coolers can fit in Gilligan's car. Luckily, WBG knew where the end was so we went there. Cold beer! , bug spray, chips-life is good again.

Just Erin was forced to drink numerous times for her heinous crime. Just Joe was due for a naming since it was his 4th hash with us. Let's see-he's hung like a horse, likes Pink Floyd. Some suggestions were tossed around, one of which was "Great White Hope." Pretty good, but "Wish You Were Queer" was better (Get it? Pink Floyd song-Wish You Were Here). Say goodbye to Just Joe and fuck you to "Wish You Were Queer." We also decided to name Just Erin because she was a dumbass and missed the beer check. She works in the flooring department at Home Depot so we will now call her "Tongue and Groove" (or is it "Tongue in Groove?").

Went to Half Time Bar for the on-after because Just Wendy and Just Karen are bartenders there. Got very, very, very, very drunk! Flaming Dr. Pepper shots are evil! Perfect hash bar, although they don't serve food. There is a Subway next door, but don't go there if you're in a hurry. Be sure to join us next week when we attempt to name Just Wendy. (Insert evil laugh here) Get those creative juices flowing.

Love ya-mean it!

-Cockpit   (The future Mrs. Eddie Vedder)

Last modified: Saturday, 2009-Mar-07 05:30:58 PM EST