2004-May-12
Hares: No Blow & Momma
Hounds: Bone My Ass, Cockpit, I Wear Short Shorts, I'm So F*cked, Neutered, Nunya F*ckin' Business, Semen Hole, Skinamax, Sunk'n Shit, Tuna Melt, Waayyy Beyond Gay, Wish You Were Queer
Latecummer: Richard Pierce
Visitors: Hairy Itchy Bunghole, Iva, Just Puke, Pro Boner
I rarely make it over to this neck of the woods, but my stunt husband, Just Puke, promised me a nice Italian dinner after the hash...Momma's famous Prego/Ragu sauce combination. I'll call it Pregogu. Nunya was really happy to see me so she wouldn't have to write the trash again this week. (I should have asked her to write it anyway because I'm just not feeling it this week...)
This week the pack consisted of 15 dudes and only 5 harriettes...not that that's a bad thing. The hares treated us to a keg of beer...that is a bad thing. Keg beer = drunk Cockpit.
The trail started off in the shiggy behind No Blow's house...through some green broccoli looking stuff on the ground (What the hell was that? Some kind of fungus? No Blow's garden?). The short jaunt through the shiggy led out to the road where a lady was walking her tard. The tard wanted to join us, but mean lady said no. On this same stretch of trail was a CB19 that ended up taking the pack left down some other road. Trail (near I-4) looked very familiar. It should have-No Blow has hared here about 572 times before...not that that's a bad thing. Went past the cemetery and found the beer check shortly thereafter. Semen Hole was chanting, "we see London, we see France, we see Nunya's underpants." Her shorts were too big so everybody was trying to pull them down as they passed her. Richard Pierce arrived after most had left the beer check. His wife made him go to church. Pro Boner never made it to the beer check. Iva was really, really late...he was ranging. Richard Pierce asked him, "Why were you ranging when you don't live here?" Iva replied, "I've hashed here too many times." Ummmm....obviously not enough.
Trail after the beer check went to Handy Way at the corner of 1792 & ?? At least that's where the auto hashers in Richard Pierce's truck went because he needed gas. The actual trail was "good shiggy," according to Just Puke. Gilligan said it was new, unfamiliar trail...could explain why he got lost, along with I'm So Fucked and Iva (again).
Circle shit:
The FRBs (Sunk'n Shit, Pro Boner, Semen Hole) beat the beer truck back
to No Blow's. Iva was DFL. Auto hashers and Momma drank for no blood on
trail. Yes, you read that right...Momma drank for NO blood on trail.
Semen Hole accused Nunya for her pants being too big, which of course
was a false accusation since there were 15 guys not complaining about
seeing Nunya's underpants.
Gilligan drank for having his left nipple exposed during the entire
hash. Whoever pointed it out also drank for pointing it out.
Semen hole started an accusation with the words, "I think..." so
naturally he drank for a false accusation.
Hungry hounds feasted on Momma's Pregogu spaghetti, salad and bread. Good stuff. No Blow spent too much money on his fake poop collection and can't afford a dishwasher so hashers took turns washing dishes...I was not one of them.
I must go now-see ya when I see ya.
On-On,
-Cockpit
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