2003-Sep-03
Hares: Gilligan and Divide My Pi
Hounds: Bone My Ass, Cockpit, Gucking Foofy, I Wear Short Shorts & his furry little friends (I can never remember their damn names), Neutered, Shit Dickler, Sunk'n Shit, Likes To Bang Poles & Icebox, No Blow, Rolling Hooters, Yoke Choker, Richard Pierce, Pussy Comes Early, Just Carl, Just Jerry Virgins: Beth, Jolana
Visitors: Cock Tender (from BVD), Can't Talk Gotta Pee & Just Sue Anne (from Augusta, GA)
Latecummer: Skinamax
Hashers met this week at Colonial Bank in Port Orange and loitered for awhile, making a woman inside the bank very nervous. She kept looking out the window to make sure we weren't trying to rob the bank. Sure, lady-bank robbers always travel in packs of 20 and bring their dogs with them. The bank just happens to be right next to a church and Gilligan decided to lay trail through their parking lot. Several churchgoers, who were sitting there lawn-bowling (what was that all about???) gave us the eye as we disappeared into the woods nearby so we were expecting the cops to show up any minute. (They didn't, by the way.)
We soon came to a sandy clearing where there must have been a YBF or something because the DFLs got discombobulated (I stole that word from Rolling Hooters) and got lost. They must have been following Richard Pierce. Non-DFLs, Cockpit & Pussy Comes Early did not follow Richard Pierce, but instead focused on Gucking Foofy's orange shirt up ahead and were way ahead of the DFLs (or so we thought--more on that later). There was some more shiggy, a little pavement as we walked through a residential area, and then a little more shiggy. Actually, a lot more Shiggy--Gilligan was the hare.
At some point we passed some big wooden crosses in the woods. Okay, that was kinda creepy. It was starting to get dark and we couldn't see a building, just the crosses. It felt like we were in some cheesy horror flick. At some other point (okay, I'm not so good at remembering where the actual trail goes--just the shit that happens on trail), someone said we might run into a Yeti. Ummmm-not in Florida, dumbass! Bigfoot maybe-Yeti not so much.
The DFLs were nowhere in sight and we were staring to get a little concerned, especially since Can't Talk Gotta Pee and Just Sue Anne were wearing flip-flops. They must have been hating Gilligan! Of course, our concern quickly faded when we saw the beer check in the distance. Hooray beer! A few of the runners had waited at the BC for the stragglers. No Blow stayed after everyone else left and even ran part of the trail again looking for the slow f*ckers. By the time he got back to the beer check, the hare had come and picked up the cooler. NB tried to call Yoke Choker's cellphone and got no answer. So, since the beer was gone and he was getting thirsty, he decided to leave the slow f*ckers in the woods to die and continued on trail (only to find out later that they had been picked up by auto hasher extraordinaire, Skinamax!). It was getting darker and trail was getting harder to see, especially since the hare used flour in a field of overgrown grass. We just walked! along in the dark hoping we were going the right direction.
"R-U?" "No, U?" "No, I don't see anything either." "Keep going towards the road." "What road is that?" "I don't know." "Don't follow Richard Pierce." Got out to the road and saw a true trail arrow pointing into the woods. Groan! We didn't really want to go back into the woods in the dark so we tried ranging to Clyde Morris in hopes of picking up trail, but had no luck. RP made a call to Divide My Pi and she told us to stay put and she would be there in a few minutes. We thought she was going to pick us up in Gilligan's car, but soon heard her whistling at us in the woods. Once we got into the woods, we realized that they weren't as thick as they looked from the street and trail would have very easy to follow. Oh well, live and learn.
No namings this week so circle was pretty much the usual stuff. Neutered and Likes to Bang Poles must have had hot dates because they both left before circle even started. This was Foofy's 69th hash with DBH3 so we celebrated with a 69, of course. Three harriettes held him upside down and made him drink as we sang "drink it up, up, up, up." Skinamax also had a milestone to celebrate as it was his 150th hash so we gave him the same thing we give everybody that does 150 hashes--nothing. No Blow handed him a rock or something and we sang him a song.
And that's that. Don't forget to bring your flashlights next time, freaks! It's getting dark much earlier.
On-f*cking-On,
-Cockpit
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