2004-Jun-16
Hares: Richard Pierce, Tuna Melt
Hounds: Blow, Jr. (No Blow's little bro),Bung-holy-o, Cockpit, Crotchduster, Cummy Tummy, Dick Rejector, Flash, Gilligan, I Wear Short Shorts, I'm So F*cked, Just Stan, Just Tiffany, Momma, No Blow, Popa Tard, Rolling Hooters, Semen Hole, Sunk'n Shit, Waayyy Beyond Gay, Wish You Were Queer, Yoke Choker
Visitors: Just Puke, Shop Teacher, Yanksit
No virgins this week equals no chalk talk , but Richard Pierce said there was a turkey/eagle split and gave strict instructions that the walkers should leave at the same time as the runners. If the walkers left early, he said, they might catch him. Whatever...like that would ever happen!
So, Richard Pierce and Tuna Melt took off on their merry way. The pack was hanging out drinking beer when some goofy ass Hunter's Ridge Homeowners Association guy (looking fine in his shorts with white knee socks, I must say) approached and started asking questions.
Goofy Ass Guy: "Who are you people?" (or something like that)
Waayyy Beyond Gay: "Richard Pierce is the homeowner. We're with
him."
Shop Teacher: "Wow, what a coincidence, his name is really
Richard Pierce."
Pack: "His name's not Richard Pierce, dumbass!"
WBG: "I mean, Jim Pierce...I mean Jim Kelly. This is his truck,
I'll show you his registration." (yeah, that's a good idea, give the guy
his address!)
Goofy Ass Guy: "blah...blah...blah...loitering...bathroom door
open... blah...trash...raccoons...birds...blah...blah."
WBG: "Richard Kelly...I mean Jim Kelly lives here and we won't be
here long."
Goofy Ass Guy: "This is starting to sound like the Scott Peterson
trial. The ladies in the line dancing class (all 3 of them!) inside the
clubhouse are afraid to come out because you're out here drinking
beer."
We finally just ignored the guy and took off and hoped that our cars
would be there when we returned.
Trail went through the neighborhood for a bit before coming to a turkey/eagle split, then went between 2 houses into some tall shiggy. Crossed over some road (looks like 40 in my notes), into more shiggy, went around a lake where there was an alligator sighting, then to the beer check. This is where I decided to autohash with Waayyy because he looked lonely. The second half of trail was full of shiggy, so I'm told.
Meanwhile, the autohashers had to go back to Richard/Jim/Pierce/Kelly's house to get more beer. The hares bought 6 cases, thinking surely it would be enough for the start, beer check, circle and on-after. Not! There wasn't enough beer at the house so Waayyy went on a beer run while the hares waited for the pack to finish trail. Slowly they started to trickle in, looking pretty tired. The second half of trail really kicked their asses (glad I missed it). Shop Teacher said, "You guys could run off and leave me and I'd never get home," since he doesn't live here and had no idea where he was on trail. Dammit guys, try harder to lose him next time!
Once everyone arrived and Waayyy returned with the beer we circled up on the baseball field in Hunter's Ridge. FRB was Sunk'n Shit-no surprise there! His buddy I'm So F*cked was DFL. I Wear Short Shorts returned No Blow's missing mug, much to No Blow's surprise and delight. I'm So F*cked earned his coveted 25-hash whistle. No June birthdays, no June anniversaries, 3 June divorces...No Blow, Shop Teacher & Yanksit. Blood on trail this week came from Shop Teacher, who cut himself while opening No Blow's beer with his nub. No Blow had to drink for blood on beer...never had that accusation before! There was a Glenn Campbell down-down for anyone who's gotten a DUI. There was some other stuff too...use your imagination.
Richard Pierce's wife and kids weren't home so the on-after was at Chez Pierce. RP made Spaghetti to go with Tuna Melt's meaty balls, and Bung-holy-o made some good heartburn inducing jambalaya...good shit!
On-On 'til the next one-
Cockpit
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