2004-Feb-25
Hare: Mystery Hare
Hounds: Bone My Ass, Sunk'n Shit, Foofy, Wee Wee, Shit Dickler, Cockpit, Richard Pierce, Nunya, Burning Bush, Semen Hole, Waaayyy Beyond Gay, Just Cleo, Tongue-n-Groove, Flash, Gilligan
Visitors: Finger Pickin' Good (White House H3), Bodsa, Peace O'Chum, Dr. Queer (Albany, NY)
Overheard conversation between 2 hashers:
Waaayyy Beyond Gay: "Hi, I'm Waaayyy Beyond Gay. I'm gay."
Dr. Queer: "Hi, I'm Dr. Queer. I'm gay too."
Waaayyy: "How you doin'?"
Dr. Queer: "How you doin'?"
Waaayyy: You should meet Wish U Were Queer. He's gay.
Okay, so I made that up, but it could have happened.
We thought we had this mystery hare figured out early. Just Puke had told Cockpit some lame story about having to go to church, and his mug just happened to be in Gilligan's car so naturally we thought it was him. The mystery hare left us a note that told us to look for the basic hash marks, to stay on trail or we would get lost, to look for a shopping cart with beer in it, and to watch out for dead animals on trail. Okay, sounds like a plan. Still sounds like Just Puke.
(The next 2 paragraphs are shamelessly stolen from Boney's e-mail. Thanks for saving me some time, Boney!)
Trail was set with hard to see (mostly washed away) pink chalk...we started off confused and it went downhill from there. We wandered in the rain aimlessly trying to find where the hell trail went when we spotted and arma-dildo scurrying into the bushes...for some reason the little guy greatly impressed the visiting New York girls and seemed to be the highlight of their trip to Florida.
We continued to stay lost...wandering more then on a Peter Phile trail...finally Gilligan called a sidewalk meeting and saved the day by saying he maybe, sorta, mighta thought he knew where trail ended, so we headed towards a cell phone tower. From across a canal, thru the woods, we could see the red light of a glowing beer mug...we got so excited we of course went the wrong way AGAIN trying to get to the beer...at last we figured it out and were so surprised to find SIR FLATULOT !!!!
Sir F had to run the circle in No Blow's absence. We had plenty of beer so it was a long one. Too long between...losers not going to Bike Week...r-word shirts...no hash shirts...blood in the last week since there was no blood on trail...marathon runners...blah, blah, blah. We decided that Just Cleo needed a hash name before Bike Week so we threw his ass in the circle and bombarded him with the usual questions. He was more cooperative than Nunya, but we still didn't get much. He's originally from California, he's a tard teacher, he's been married and divorced 5 times. Say goodbye to Just Cleo and hello to ? ? "Fiiivve Goooldenn Riiinggs."? ? You have to sing it to get the full effect.
We found out that Bodsa means "bullshit" in Chechewa, which we all know is the language of the country of Malawi. I was just thinking the other day that I needed to brush up on my Chechewa. We also found out that Bodsa and Dr. Queer are both doctors. Bodsa is family practitioner and Dr. Queer is a pain management specialist. (Is it just me, or was he hot?!? I have a pain he can manage) J (Ignore that part, Crotchduster!)
Went to South Turn for some cheap beer and grub and then we went home.
See you freaks at Bike Week!
-Cockpit
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