DBH3 Hash #694

The Trail on February 26th, 2003 was a wonderful trail! Utterly delicious, Snake My Hole, and Peace Whore took us past many a site in Orange City/DeLand. After telling the reporter what a good Christian organization we were and warming up with a rendition of Father Abraham, 27 hounds, including 3 virgins, bolted into a hurried rush. We went through many a confusing wood, down streets with toilet paper flying all over the place when cars drove by, past a really old cooler that knocked a few people out when it was opened to reveal clams, through soft ugar sand, past dogs, and to a beer stop.

One hasher mentioned the beer spot would be quite peaceful if not for the condoms, coolers, skulls, and other trash. Ray suggested we adopt he little dirt path in the woods. I'll only want to do this if we can get a sign to litter the path :-).

At the circle, we went through the old yadda, yadda, yadda stuff. Virgins Mike, John, and Howard seem like they'll be back. Since Toys 4 Twats brought her nice friend along for his fourth hash, we named him. Mike, who is Italian, gay, loves pigs, and manages telemarketers was not named Stick It in My Pooper. Instead, Peterphile yelled out, "Manacocki (Is this how to spell his name?)." The whole pack agreed and we sang him a song.

Then we tried to name Ray. However, Johnny Law was not going to let us do that ... Nope, not going to let us make any more noise. In fact, after blinding us with his spotlight (At least he was kind enough to later tell us that he blinded us to give him an advantage over us), he told us to all shut the hell up or die like the pigs we were. OK, so I improvised here. He told us a neighbor (some guy in a tent with a cell phone, I guess) had called. He then told us he had been listening for a while and we were pretty loud.

He asked us if we were drinking. Most of us wanted to lie, but Utterly told the truth and said, "Yes, a few, Mr. Nice Policeman, Sir." He then asked if we were all of age ... Yep! He then asked if we had drugs. Skinamax ran like a mother ... OK ... If we did, would we tell the truth? Since we looked like runners to him (He obviously didn't look closely), he let us go. He swore up and down he was really a nice guy and that he wants us to be his friends. He is a Cancer and likes long strolls by the ...

We whispered a rendition of Swing Low, went to Dale's, and promised Ray he'd get named at Bike Week, along with Bill.

By the way, show up to Bike Week and see the naming, the arrests, the rain, and the many Gilligan-want-to-bes. If you aren't there, you suck :-). Heh ... Perhaps you swallow, as well.

On Out!

-No Blow

PS Toys 1, Toys 2, Teddy, Manicocki, Utterly, Shit, Skin, Snake, Peace, Pierce, Neutered, Momma, PAM, Gilligan, Gulp, and I were at both of these hashes. Ask them what was true and not ... I don't remember - heh.

PPS Poop a Tard and Cummy would have been there, but Poppa has gaut or a goiter or some other disease on his foot. Let's wish him well and hope it ain't catching!

PPS Did I mention 8's, Fatty, and Shooter?

Last modified: Saturday, 2009-Mar-07 05:30:58 PM EST