2003-Nov-12
Hares: Gilligan & Guckin' Foofy
Hounds: Bone My Ass, Cockpit, Crotchduster, Amelia Airfart, Tongue-n-Groove, I Wear Short Shorts, Wish U Were Queer, No Blow, Shit Dickler, Richard Pierce, Sunk'n Shit, Wee Wee, Waaayyy Beyond Gay, Rolling Hooters
Virgins: Kealon (Shit Dickler's son)
I'm having a bad case of writer's block this week. In other words, I don't feel like writing this damn thing, so...here's some shit that happened and random notes from last week.
Bone My Ass wore her sunglasses at night-she's been Lasik-ed.
Foofy still had jet lag from his adventures in wherever the f*ck he was (Thailand? China? Mars?).
Crotch auto-hashed because he was sick...again...methinks it's time to trade him in for a newer model...the warranty is up on this one.
A few hounds had a feeling of de'ja` vu since this hash was very close to the previous week's hash, also hared by Gilligan. (the last few hundred yards of last week's trail, including the end, was the first off road part of this week's trail. ed.)
Walked through a drug-free school zone and had a very interesting conversation about the pros and cons of Ecstasy (there are cons???). This is also where we heard some very heavy breathing behind us. Thought it was No Blow, but it turned out to be I Wear Shorts with Little Miss Suckup and Crotch Sniffer.
Amelia Airfart and Rolling Hooters made a pee stop at Just Jason's apartment, apparently for the second week in a row. Remember that when it comes time to name him. Why wasn't he at either hash when he lives so close?!?
The first half of trail was all pavement-somewhat disappointing for a Gilligan trail. Second half included some of Gilligan's trademark high-stepping shitty shiggy. Walked through some nasty scummy water that we probably wouldn't have walked through if we could see what we were walking in. Rolling Hooters was leading the DFLs with no flashlight, Wee Wee's flashlight was dead and Cockpit's was dying. WeeWee was quoted as saying; "I hate this country. There's too much shit."
Circled up next to River Deck and on-aftered there. The place was almost completely empty and the cook was ready to leave. Some sweet-talking from Hooters did the trick and he stayed and made us some grub. He was very cool and wants us to come back. The waitress said they will be starting Ladies' Night on Wednesdays again soon.
While there we had another interesting conversation about labia size and gynecologists,
Rolling Hooters did some gymnastics for us and the waitress showed us her pierced nipple (yep, only one). Virgin Kealon told us that his dad used to smoke a lot of pot and just made up the name Kealon.
That's the best I can do...bite me. If you can do better, write the next one!
On-On,
Pit-o-cock
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