2004-Mar-24
Hare: Gilligan
Hounds: Bone My Ass, Burning Bush, Cockpit, Crotchduster, Fiiivvve Gooolddennn Riiiings, Just Pam (not to be confused with Just PAM-Just Pam is cuter and not as hairy), No Blow, Nunya, Passin' Wind, Richard Pierce, Semen Hole, Shit Dickler, Tongue-n-Groove, Waayyy Beyond Gay, Wish You Were Queer
If you've ever hashed one of Gilligan's trails, you know there's only one word needed to describe it...shiggy. This one was no exception. Good stuff. We started out going east on Beville for a bit then left on a dead end street. Some dude was walking his dog and when he saw us he asked, "are you that jogging club again?" (even though we were walking) Why, yes we are. Thanks for asking. And then we disappeared into the shiggy.
Wish You Were Queer entertained himself and Crotchduster by shining his laser pointer at airplanes passing overhead. (I'm no expert, but I'm pretty sure that might not be legal.) For the record, he was pointing it at the fuselage and not in the cockpit. Not causing any accidents, just freaking the passengers out a little. We passed the spot where Sir F had left beer in a shopping cart on his mystery hash a month ago. Gilligan told us later that there had still been beer in a cooler there when he scoped out the trail earlier. Mmmmm...bet it was good after a month out in the hot Florida sun. He says he threw it away, but we were probably drinking it. A little later we went through some sand dunes...not fatboy friendly. One particular "hill" almost killed Cockpit and Five Golden Rings. At the top, there was a sign that said "Trespassers will be violated." Or, was that just wishful thinking?
Some of the runners made it to the beer check before the beer did. Waayyy apparently stopped to buy snacks on the way. Gilligan also arrived at the beer check before Waayyy so he ran off and finished laying the trail and came back. Richard Pierce was nowhere to be seen, but nobody cared. Just kidding...we figured he would show up at the end so we weren't too worried. (His ranging abilities are not so good sometimes.)
The rest of the trail was short, sweet and shiggyful. We circled up in the woods somewhere...imagine that. We felt a few raindrops and expected it to start pouring at any moment, but the rain gods were kind to us and kept us dry. Accusations included smokers for smoking, clumsy hashers for falling, Richard Pierce for ranging the wrong way. Nunya drank for becoming a grandmother a mere 18 hours earlier. "Sorry honey, I can't come see your new baby, I'm going hashing tonight." Gilligan was joined by Richard Pierce and Wish You Were Queer for the traditional unemployment down-down. RP "gave his cleaning business away" to a friend and joined the ranks of the non-working. Queer is technically only unemployed for a few days since he starts his new job on Monday, but we made him drink anyway, because we can.
So that's it then. See you next week, ass clowns.
-Cockpit
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