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2004-Oct-27
Skinamax's Halloween Pub Crawl
Hares: Skinamax & Lunar E-clit
Hounds: Bone My Ass, Cockpit, Crotchduster, Divide My Pi, 5 o'clock Shadow, Flash, Four Quarters for a Tumble, F*ckin' Goofy, Gilligan, I'm So F*cked, Lollipoop, No Blow, Old Ironside, Peterphile, Richard Pierce, Sunk'n Shit, A Yellow River Runs Through It
Visitors: Dirve, Goldilocks, Jethro, Just Puke, Mothsucker, Oral Hershey Rider, Rtits, Studwitch, Wench Way
Virgins: Lindy (Boney's friend-I think we forgot her for the virgin down-down) & Marty (he saw a hash shirt in a bar in Cozumel, Mexico and looked us up-how cool is that?! He's another teacher-how scary is that?!)
See photos for costumes...I'm too lazy to list them all here... Cockpit's Photos. No Blow's Photos
Peace Whore, Snake My Hole and Waaayy Beyond Gay stopped by the Blind Pig to say hello. They were leaving for Key West for a fun-filled weekend at Fantasy Fest. Lucky bastards!
Rtits' hubby, Semi, was in the hospital so she did what any good wife would do and left his ass to go hashing!
The first beer stop was at Yellow's new bachelor pad for zombies and apple pie shots under the full moon. He played guitar for us and we played with his pussy. Later we walked past both the Police Department and the Fire Department without incident...just a few strange looks from some dudes in the parking lot.
Our next stop was The Artisan where we devoured free pasta, before moving on to our third and final stop at a bar we've been to many times before...now it's called "Issues." That's a stupid name for a bar. We circled up out back under the full moon. The circle was a little more out of control than usual because some dumbass rednecks invaded us. In all fairness to the rednecks, there seemed to be just one asshole...the rest were pretty cool and thought we were funny.
Down-downs:
Just as we were finishing up and admiring the lunar eclipse and Lunar's e-clit, some dude with a phone in his ear told us we had to go inside with our drinks. He was supposedly a "bouncer," but he was only about 5 feet tall.
FYI - 4 Quarters for a Tumble says that a good pussy should taste like Virginia baked ham. (I'll never eat another Virginia baked ham sandwich!) The quote of the evening came from Peterphile who said: "I'm the size of a can of corn. Green Giant, not that Del Monte stuff." Mmmmkay...
I suddenly have a craving for canned corn...
On-On 'til next time,
-Cockpit