2003-Oct-08
Hare: Gilligan & Waaayyy Beyond Gay
Hounds: Blow Jack, Bone My Ass, Cockpit, Crotchduster, Divide My Pi, Flash, I Wear Short Shorts, Just Danielle, Just Jim, Lollipoop, Momma, No Blow, Paid To Lay, Richard Pierce, Sheppard's Pie, Sunk'n Shit, Tongue-n-Groove, Wee Wee
Virgin:: Barbara (I Wear Short Shorts made her cum-lucky guy!)
There were some seedy looking characters (I mean besides hashers) in Centennial Park when we arrived there for the start of this week's hash. We were a little nervous about leaving our cars there, but figured our insurance would cover anything said seedy looking characters would do it while we were gone. Crotch decided to auto-hash since his tummy hurt. Tongue was nominated to drive the beer car (Hello??? Remember last time??? She got lost!), and Divide My Pi decided to ride with her since she still had oozing sores from the last hash. (I think they just wanted to make out.)
Trail wound through beautiful Holly Hill (aka Holy Hell) for awhile; went past the American Legion-why didn't we stop in for a beer with the old geezers? Why were all the guys walking behind Virgin Barbara on trail? Does anyone know?
A little bit of this, a little bit of that and we came to a mucky, swampy area that we were not too anxious to go through. The group of DFLs (Lollipoop, Blow Jack, Wee Wee, Cockpit, Just Danielle & Virgin Barbara) sent Wee Wee in first to see how deep it was and to scare away the critters. When we realized it was cooter deep, we decided to try an alternate route. Wee Wee continued on through the muck, but the rest of us, led by Lollipoop, went around and only got our feet wet. Lollipoop knew exactly where we were and took us across a bridge, through some crazy man's yard, across a ditch and through the golf course. Once we got back on trail, we were mere yards from the beer stop.
The beer stop was at a very cool place! It was part of some old resort or something on Calle Grande with huge pillars and archways and other neat architectural crap. It's probably the hot spot in town for teenagers to come get drunk or high and f*ck each other's tiny little brains out. Lollipoop said it's also a popular spot for wedding photos.
Trail continued on across Ridgewood into a residential area where we came to a Turkey-Eagle split. The Turkey trail had a CB 8, which brought us back to a street that went through the neighborhood. Waaayyy Beyond Gay was following us in his truck the whole time and Richard Pierce eventually gave in to temptation and jumped in for a ride to the end.
Trail ended on a dock in another park on the water. No seedy looking characters there, just a couple of dudes with some kids that should have been in bed. One of the dudes must have thought we were going to steal his tackle box because he ran over and grabbed it as soon as he saw us. Circled up in the "gazebo" on the deck which was conveniently shaped like a circle, with a pole in the middle in case anyone was in the mood to shake their moneymaker. Blow Jack finally earned his 25 hash whistle. Crotchduster joined Gilligan for his unemployment down-down since he got laid off. And Sheppard's Pie drank for waaayyy too long between hashes. All of the usual stuff happened then we named Just Jim. You may remember him as Sunk'n Shit's friend who refused to let us name him a few weeks ago because Shit wasn't there. When we called him into the circle, he mumbled, "I'm so f*cked." So there you have it, he named himself. We had a few other possibilities (Shit or Miss, No Shit,! Shit's in My Ass, I Love Shit), but none seemed quite as right as "I'm So F*cked."
Only half of the pack, including Virgin Barbara, went to the on-after at Luke's Station-where did the rest of you losers go? We had 75-cent draft beer, Waaayyy treated us to some yummy Manny's pizza, we fraternized with bikers and watched the Marlins get pummeled by the Cubs. Tongue-n-Groove challenged everybody to arm wrestling, which isn't really a great idea when you only weigh 50 pounds. Did you know Gilligan was arm wrestling champ in college?!? It's true.
That's all for this week. Gotta go beat the husband now.
C-ya,
-Cockpit
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