DBH3 Hash #776

2004-Jun-23

Hares: Gilligan & Just Tiffany

Hounds: Blow, Jr., Bone My Ass, Bung-holy-o, Burning Bush, Cockpit, I Wear Short Shorts, I'm So F*cked, Just Stan, Just Steph, Just Steve, Neutered, No Blow, Nunya, Popa Tard, Pussy Comes Early, Richard Pierce, Rolling Hooters, Semen Hole, Shit Dickler, Sunk'n Shit, Tuna Melt, Waayyy Beyond Gay

Visitors: Elle, Tim

Visitors: Dildo-STAT!, Just Erin, Just Puke, Just Swallows

Designated Driver/Sober Guy: Shop Teacher

Latecummers: Divide My Pi & Virgin Joe

The U.S. Food Service parking lot on Williamson Blvd. was Gilligan's place of choice for this week's hash. There were lots of employees milling about watching us milling about. Gilligan claimed somebody that works there said it was okay for us to be there. During chalk talk Gilligan warned us that there would be several barbed wire fences on trail, but he and Just Tiffany were kind enough to leave sticks to prop them open wide enough to climb through. So, for the second week in a row the hounds took off wondering if their cars would still be there when they returned.

Trail started off in a small patch of shiggy right in front of U.S. Food Service. It wasn't long before we came to the first of the aforementioned barbed wire fences. Went through some tall grass that brought a Fleetwood Mac song to mind. You know the one: "Won't you lay me down in the tall grass and let me do my stuff..." At some point there was a water crossing...was that before or after the BC??? There was a bridge there (for the FPL dudes, one can assume) so we didn't actually have to go near the water but some did anyway. The BC was near I-95 and Clyde Morris (Williamson, actually ed.)...had to scale another b/w (that means barbed wire, not black & white) fence to get there. Fun.

Back on trail...up, up, up we went to Clyde Morris (still Williamson, ed.), across I-95 where Just Erin flashed the cars below. Then down, down, down we went to yet another fence. Just Stan helped the walkers through, but wouldn't stay and help the runners. Went through a big open field to...guess what...another b/w fence, then crossed the street and had to scale a big non-b/w fence. We walked along a smelly green canal for a bit, crossed a final b/w fence then walked along power lines for a bit. Had to cross a big honkin' waist deep canal to get to the BN...thanks a lot Gilligan! Richard Pierce carried his bride across (ain't that sweet?) and Just Puke carried a few other girlie girls across. Shop Teacher took his shoes off ...YUCK! A big ass truck pulled up as we were crossing. We thought we were in trouble, but it was just Divide My Pi and her virgin, Joe. She's working as a bartender now at the Daytona Beach Resort and can't make it to the hash on time. It's always good to have a hasher working as a bartender...more bars to choose from for on-afters.

Here's the poop from circle (at least what I can decipher from my notes):

I Wear Short Shorts was crying because he lost his whistle on trail. Just Puke found it and made him drink for it. Shop Teacher: "Crotch always has accusations but he's not here so I'll do one for him: No Blow is not wearing any hash attire whatsoever." He had been on a geocaching marathon with Blow, Jr. and Waayyy Beyond Gay before the hash. We did a Texas down-down for anyone who's ever lived there or been there. Not sure why, I think No Blow just wanted to sing the incest song.

Two namings...
The lovely Just Tiffany: Richard Pierce suggested, "I Did it With Gilligan." Ummmm...no! When asked if she's "shag, berber or linoleum" she answered, "a combination," which prompted "Combo Cooter," "Mullet Muff," and "Poodle Pussy." She's a server at Stavro's Pizza... "Cooter Combo," "Would You Like a Piece?" "Hand Tossed?" All good suggestions, BUTT, the winner was... "Feta Fromunda" (since Stavro's serves Greek food.) She can thank Bone My Ass for that gem of a name.

Just Stan: He's a General Manager for a trucking company so some suggestions were: "Semi Fuck," "Lot Lizard," "Trucking Fucking Pimp," "Shifting Queers," "10-4 My Back Door..." BUTT, when Just Stephanie found out he was from Little Rock, Arkansas she shouted out "Little Cock, Arkansas" and that was that. Poor guy.

We had to go back across the canal to get to our cars...bastards! Just Puke was once again canal crossing-guard helping the girls across. The quote of the night came from I'm So F*cked, who said, "I was okay until that shit hit my ball sac." That's funny! Back at the start, Richard Pierce ran his big F150 pick-em-up truck over Waayyy Beyond Gay's foot. I didn't see it happen so I don't know how or why it happened, but it completely destroyed a perfectly good velcro shoe. Richard Pierce felt bad so he gave him $20.00 to buy a new pair of shoes. Hell, he can buy 5 or 6 pairs for $20.00!

The on-after was at The Porthole, one of our old favorites. Blow, Jr went home so Just Erin was free to be the exhibitionist that she is. Shit Dickler forgot to pay his bar tab because she distracted him so much. (Not to worry, Gilligan went back and paid it.) The long lost Lollipoop met us there and hung out for awhile. He had some lame excuse for not hashing. Maybe seeing all of the cute young new girls will entice him to come back. Or the cute young new boys...

On-I-hate-barbed-wire-fences-On,
-Cockpit

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