DBH3 Hash #744

2003-Dec-03

Hare: Thor

Hounds: The whole gang showed up (The RA was not there), I don't have the list.

Are we having fun yet?

The start was up 95 an exit north of LPGA Blvd. Thor, the hare, had warned of plenty of thicket shiggy, and memories still remained of his past haring just a couple months before full of thorns and poison ivy. So the pack came well prepared in leather panties and army boots that went up to the arm pits. It was also cold. I'd bet a sprinkle or two was to arrive about 10 minutes from the start. I was wrong, 8 minutes and the rains began.

The whole gang showed up (The RA was not there), I don't have the list. Off we went directly into the woods and I mean dark, dank and woodsy. The rain made it so we had to search from one piece of toilet paper to the next only 10 feet away (It was a slow process). After forever we came out of the forest to find a check. It was in a meadow that cuts thru the forest with power lines buzzing overhead (This causes sterility and baldness - Pierce runs here often). Spank-Her got lost in the enchanted forest when he stopped to take a leak and took a bit too long and everyone was gone. At the check everyone looked to the right to see a truck sitting in the distance. With our keen hash-sense we spotted the coolers of beer and off we rushed to get beer. A surprised Trigger was with the beer, and an even more surprised Thor came a running up tossing flour behind him as he came up to the truck cursing how he hates beer trucks that leave a bit too early.

So the pack agreed to make this a halfway and returned to the check to find the true trail. About 15 minutes later while lost on a check, everyone noticed Mr. Interam (Muddy) stop in a parking lot and open up a case of beer. So we all stopped for beer as he began to get naked (a whale show?) and change into hash clothes. And then it rained. Hard. A few took off to find the missing mark as the others huddled up next to a building and various ponchos. In the distance could be heard Goofy's whistle and everyone just looked at each other and said, 'Naw!' It got worse, the rain, so everyone piled into Mr. Interam's truck and ride to the end. The truck passed Goofy (DFL), Richard Pierce, and Divide my Pi (DFL) (I'm wondering if Foofy thinks Divide My Pi is I Wear Short Shorts Name?). Muddy took the true auto hash group back to the power lines and clear weather. The usual accusations and a hopeful naming of the Swiss hottie, Just Barbara, whom had an exciting Thanksgiving when, while parachuting, she had to cut her chute away. It seems a dyslexic coworker installed her canopy in reverse and it caused her to fly backwards. She would not sit on a bag of ice for her naming so her naming was pushed until the upcoming Wednesday hash that she said she'd come to.

Beers finished, and everyone drove to a billiard bar and drank until everyone became bald.

The End - Foofy

(some comments by No Blow)

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