DBH3 Hash #662

"Trail? What trail?"

The rain Gods were not very kind to DBH3 this week. No Blow must have really pissed them off. Neutered gave the pack a choice of trails and of course we voted for the shorter one. Eight's Enough and a few other wussies declined to do trail because it was raining and they didn't want to get wet.

Off we went in search of trail--yeah, right. The flour was washing away faster than you could say "Hey, the flour's washing away." Hashers wandered around aimlessly in the rain scaring the residents of Sleepy Hollow. Crotchduster, Cockpit and Likes to Bang Poles (and her little dog Toto) finally gave up and just decided to go straight to the end. Sounds like a plan. Don't know what the FRBs were following, but it sure wasn't flour. (Did I mention that it was raining?)

Anyhoo, everybody eventually got to the right place (the swimming pool) and the rain quit. Momma and Cockpit decided to do a little sexercising in the "workout area" by the pool (really a small, musty room with rusty equipment), but quickly got bored. Several people were threatening to throw others in the pool. Not much of a threat since everybody was already wet (well, everybody but the wussies).

Circle commenced and Neutered did his obligatory down-down and then left to go light the grill. The 3 virgins were called into the circle to drink, then Momma was punished for not properly instructing her virgin about hats in the circle and using nerd names. Also, make sure Peace Whore does a down-down next time for making a virgin (Kathleen?) cum alone. All of the dry people had to drink, Papa Tard drank for his bleeding nipples and Big Bloody Ketchup joined him, just because we felt like punishing him because he's from Austin. Cockpit and Crotchduster were asked to imbibe since this was their "Welcome back to Florida" hash.

We made a pretty pathetic attempt at naming Just Rico, but our creative juices were not flowing so we tabled it until next time so we could come up with something really good. Also, Just Randy was due for a new moniker, but he wants to wait so his wife can be there--good thing the name "Pussy Whipped" is already taken by a hasher in Ohio.

Back to Neutered and Instant Relief's pad for the on-after. What a spread! And the food was good too. J Polish sausage, bratwurst, sauerkraut, German potato salad, and of course those yummy jalapeno chips--it was just like Bernkastel without the ocean view. Crotch was a little leery about the potato salad because he got a wicked case of ass the last time he ate it. But, you'll all be glad to know, he suffered no ill-effects and his poop chute is just fine.

Thanks to Neutered and his lovely bride for having us. You guys rock!

I'm done now.

-Cockpit

Last modified: Saturday, 2009-May-02 08:44:27 PM CDT