2004-Sep-08
Hare: No Blow
Hounds: No Blow, send me the list!
Virgins: Don (Blow Jack made him cum), Elaine (I'm Sooo Fucked made her cum)
Visitors: Subhuman (from Chicago via Houston hash), Tom (boisterous town drunk), Sweet Momma Chocolate (lady off the street who witnessed the beer in the circle...so asked for a beer)
September B-Days: Subhuman
FRBs: Peter Phile, Sunkin Shit & Bung-Holy-O
DFL: Gilligan
Deland proper was the destination of this weeks hash. The weird, weary and weather stricken hounds came out of their hurricane battered dwellings for a bit of "normality," (huh?) camaraderie and, oh yeah, BEER!
Start: As we gathered at the Artesan (local beering hole), hashers one-up'd each other with Hurricane Frances stories, but our beloved Nunya trumped them all...her roof caved!
So, in true hash spirit, monetary donations were thrust into Nunya's pants by the droves. "They are hashers, their true blue...blah, blah, blah..."
Trail: Our ubiquitous hare, No Blow, had no idea where the trail would lead (again), yet the hounds followed the poofs of flour faithfully. Bung-Holy-O located trail leading to a government building, up a few flight of stairs (thanks No Blow) which spit the hashers out onto a bi-level parking garage. Sunkin Shit, Nunya and I witnessed Gilligan scurrying across the garage straight-away and thru the stairwell (rat like) with no signal he found trail...even while we all shouted, "R U?" He had a WHISTLE folks!
Can't Remember Shit found 17 bucks on trail, which we later found out belonged to Sunkin' Shit: Nunya was the happy recipient of the donation. That said, our concrete trail zig-zagged thru still, powerless neighborhoods and eventually back to the Artesian where the FRBs (Peter Phile, Sunkin Shit & Bung-Holy-O) greeted the late cummers with beer in hand (their hands, of course). Semen Hole and Popa Tard never broke a sweat as they sat perched on their bar stools, grubbin' down on burgers...or whatever.
Waayy Beyond Gay cackled like a school girl as he told Sub Human, "Never leave camp...that's what I say!" aaahhhhhaaaarrrrrrrrr (ok, maybe it was more pirate-ish, not school girl).
The walkers showed up sometime later, which I believe was right after No Blow asked, "Did I completely f@ck the walkers?" All in all, the trail, though shiggy-less, was a welcome diversion from storm. Thanks keeping it safe, No Blow!
Filin' in for Nunya,
DR-
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