DBH3 Hash #684

I'm sitting here in the freakin' airport because my freakin' plane is late. I'm sick and my brain is frozen, but here's your freakin' hash trash...

So, about 20 hashers showed up to hash some unfamiliar territory west (gasp!) of I-95 in Port Orange. There were 4 virgins; friends of Papa Tard apparently-who knew he had friends?!? And no, they're not tard teachers.

Shooter promised sex to anyone who caught her, which really excited Richard Pierce and Sunk-n-Shit, but not Sir F. He claims he can get it whenever he wants it. No dude, you're married now-she can get it whenever she wants it-you can't! After a rather lengthy h*ad start (they wanted to make sure they didn't get caught!), the lovely hares were off. Richard P. and S-n-S were very anxious and kept asking, "is it time yet?"

Finally, the hounds were released. Trail took us through some-something-something. (can't read my own writing on this tiny ass piece of paper that I wrote this on in the airport- by the way, Northwest Airlines sucks!!!), and then somewhere else (can't remember) to a beer check in the woods at the end of a dead end street (I think) (or was it a cul-de-sac?) Whatever or wherever it was, there was beer there, and it was good and there was much rejoicing. The rest of trail took us through some neighborhoods with lots of pretty Christmas lights. Shooter seems to have forgotten how to measure a mile. Trail was a tad bit longer than she said it would be. I guess inhaling all of that methane gas from Sir F has affected her brain. Poor girl.

We ended up in the middle of a street in front of a house under construction. Expecting neighbors to call the cops at any given moment, we decided to go back to the start and circle up there. After all of the usual stuff, we had to name Just Kevin. He informed us that he's moving to Tex-ass so we decided we had to name him before he leaves. Unfortunately, he's taking Naughty Come-n-eat-me with him. Hopefully, they'll come back when they realize that Tex-ass SUCKS! Didn't have much to work with, but after he told us that he works in construction and does something (?) with pipes, Just Amy thought we should call him "Pipe Licker." Okay, works for us! Since it's pretty unusual for a virgin to name someone, Sir F thought we should name Just Amy too. Why the hell not? During her questioning, someone asked her what was the most number of people she's had sex with. Her reply was, "20!" You go girl! Richard P. started counting and quickly pointed out that there were 20 people present in the circle. Nice try! So, Just Amy is now known as "Snatchbox Twenty," a name that's been floating around for awhile, but has never quite fit until now. Good job, Sir F!

Hope all you wankers had a great Hanukkah, Christmas, Kwanzaa, Boxing Day, or Nothing (for you atheists and Jehovah's Witnesses). I did, but am glad to be back where it's WARM!!!!

Hurry up and get your asses registered for Bike Week, you procrastinators!

On-On,

Cockpit

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