DBH3 Hash #723
2003-Jul-30
Hares: Peace Whore, Big Gulp
Hounds: Bitch Fucker, Black Vulva, Bone My Ass, Bread Dick,
Doris (Doris came here all the way from England ... or Japan ... or
somewhere), Flash, Gucking Foofy (This Mosquito Man is pretty much a
DBH3er now), I Wear Short Shorts, Jizm (Jizm is an old Orlando Hasher
who lives near St. Augustine), Just Joe, Kareem I Drool My Pie, Likes to
Bang Poles and Icebox, Momma Get Off Me You're Crushin My Cigarettes,
Muddy Mallard Mole Fucker (Muddy is a Jax Hasher who hates
Jacksonville), Neutered, No Blow, Peterphile (Can we call him one of our
own, yet?), Rambo (Rambo came with Doris), Rolling Hooters, Salad
Shooter, Sandy Crack, Shamoo Shagger (Shamoo is also a Jax Hasher who
just needed some variety in her life), Sir Flatulot, Skinamax, Snake My
Hole, Sunk'n Shit, Tool Time, Trigger, Urine Trouble (Urine is Foofy's
Psycho buddy ... Bike-O Psycho that is), Waayyy Beyond Gay, Wee Wee (No,
not Oui Oui), Yoke Choker, and Virgins Mike and Cara
Big Gulp, a virgin hare who was coaxed by Peace Whore to be a
co-hare, wanted so much to make everyone happy at this trail. However,
that is an impossible task. She learned that she should just do what
she wants to do and to hell with all the damn complainers (I am not sure
if she said those exact words).
The trail pretty much went ... straight road, easy check, straight
road, easy check, straight road, easy check, straight road, arrow,
straight road, arrow, straight road, easy check, straight road, left
turn, straight road, right turn, straight road, some grass, straight
road, and BN to the Airport Restraunt located off ISB next to ... no,
you guess.
The easy checks and long straight roads pretty much helped to keep
everyone well away from everyone else. Hashers filtered in over a one
hour period before Waayyy took Skin's truck out and picked up the
virgins, Bone My Ass, Poles, and Icebox.
Circle, if I do say so myself, was cool. Everyone actully seemed to
know at least half of the words (Since half of them are down, it is
pretty easy to say that). Peterphile, Foofy, and Urine were mock
out-of-towners, Jizm was a true out-of-towner, and Doris and Rambo were
way-the-hell-out-of-towners. Half of the people seemed to be
celebrating a July birthday (The list included Skin, Momma, Trigger,
Rambo, and Yoke). Kareem headed up the list of too-long-betweeners (He
has not hashed since February or something ... you know, when his virgin
girlfriend fell face first in the mud on Momma and No Blow's death march
through the swamps of DeLand). Of course, Mike and Cara were the
virgins, Poles and a few others were unemployed, Muddy and Shamoo were
DFLs, Skin and Waayyy and their passengers were auto-hashers, a bunch
forgot hash shirts and whistles, Poles had a bloody mess of a time, and
a few other regular down-downs occured.
Peterphile earned his 50th mug ... it is a very nice mug ... he is
now one of us, Snake My Hole earned his 25th whistle ... it is a nice
whistle ... he will never be one of us, John did an owner of the bar
down-down with his wife, and GMs did a down-down after Sir Flatulot
broke the bad news that he and Shooter would be moving to Virginia in a
week or so.
During the on-after, Sandy Crack, Just Joe, and Black Vulva finally
figured out where the end was (They had driven to Daytona to have
bisquits or something at Red Lobster ... strange). Muddy blessed us
with an Aria to a mug of beer, No Blow and Fatty disgusted us with a
hearty rendition of The S&M Man, and the Airport Restraunt blessed us
with their food (If you ever have a chance to eat there, do it. The
burgers and poppers are awesome!).
Peterphile missed the on-after at the Restraunt. He went back to OBs
to pick up chicks. He showed off his mug to some lady and she asked him
to marry him ... true story. Ask the deaf man, he heard it.
Until the next time Cockpit skips a hash ... Take Care.
-No Blow
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