2004-Jun-09
Girlie Hash: 8 - 2 = 6 tits
Hare: Burning Bush, Dill Dough, Nunya F*ckin' Business
Hounds: Amelia Airfart, Bone My Ass, Bung-holy-o, Cockpit, Crotchduster, F*ckin' Goofy, Gilligan, Just Stan, Just Tiffany, Momma, Neutered, No Blow, Popa Tard, Rolling Hooters, Semen Hole, Shit Dickler, Sunk'n Shit, Tuna Melt,Waayyy Beyond Gay, Yoke Choker
Visitors: Cumsicle, Just Puke
Virgins: Steph, Steve
Auto-hasher: Divide My Pi (NOT Waayyy Beyond Gay!!)
Latecummer: Skinamax
This was advertised as the 8 tits hash, but we got robbed since there were only 6. (For those of you who may be a little slow, 3 female hares equals 6 tits.) The creative hares all wore little fuzzy pink nipples attached to the outside of their shirts, used pink chalk, pink and red flour (the red looked kinda gross..."you can tell by the smell..."), passed out bubble gum, and had pink hairspray for anyone who was not wearing pink. They used a big boob mark as a YBF... "you've been milked" instead of "you've been fucked." Cute. Apparently there was also something about finding beads for prizes, but I missed that part of chalk talk.
Popa Tard was wearing a homemade shirt offering free mammograms...he's so thoughtful. Nunya had to leave to go deliver her third grandchild so that left us with only 4 tits. What the f*ck?? Talk about false advertising.
Trail headed straight across the street to a park and went through the playground. Tuna Melt and Just Tiffany were the only ones who actually went through the playground. One of the mothers tried to pick them up and take them home. From there we ended up on SR44 for a LONG time. We passed several bars, a bowling alley, a bingo hall...no beer check. Kept walking...over the bridge...2.10 miles (according to my pedometer) no beer check. *Apparently, Cummy Tummy, who was originally scheduled to hare but didn't, was in charge of the beer check.* Down the stairs at the other side of the bridge, down some street where there was a grave in the middle of the street! I can honestly say I've never seen that before. The story goes like this: Charles Dummet, a young lad of 15 1/2 was hunting with a friend and tripped and fell. His gun discharged and Charles Dummet was no more. His dad buried him where he died, hence the grave in the middle of the street.
So, we walked a little more... the hares tried to make us go into a small patch of lame shiggy, but we were too smart (everybody but Yoke Choker) for that and stayed on the pavement. Finally 2.69 miles later, we found the beer check. I don't remember much about the second half of trail, but thankfully it was shorter than the first half!
We circled up on the beach under a lifeguard station. Didn't see David Hasselhoff or Pamela Anderson anywhere. Nunya met us there, after delivering her granddaughter.
Lots of stuff happened in the circle this week...here's what I remember...
On-aftered at Flagler Tavern where they have $2.00 pitchers! Why don't we go there every week?!? $2.00 pitchers!!! Dancing harriettes were getting hit on by some of the locals. We found out that Bung-holy-o is very talented with a hula hoop. He had a little trouble once it got above his neck, though. It kept slipping off of his shiny bald cranium.
So that's it then. I'm off to tonight's hash!
On-On,
-Cockpit
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