Hash Number 46 Pre-Coital Wet Post Coital Hard
Berkeley Park -South East
Weather - Scattered Down Pours
Presidents day where the fair weather hashers stayed home and the truly hard core and crazy and border line brilliant hashers huddled in cars and then at 6:46 we see Coitus in our rear view mirrors laying the first check of the night. The God of hashing, she be Twat Sickle parted the proverbial waters with some sprite check finding and off in the far distance Wild Man in all his persistent bimbo maligning yells on on as Hydro Licks magically picks up that subtle yearning for the beer check and we all head down hill. The rain picks up as does the wind. The trail veers suddenly left, the drama of it all. and Skinny Bitch in some steroid Lite-Beer haze veers off into Reed Canyon, only to meet us much later at the beer check on the golf course. Where we drank beer and got more turned around and I be DA Ho from Boise (i forget his hash name) finds trail over the Golf Course and -O- just meanders about telling stories about how many times we have been on this golf course, and then we head over to Johnson Creek and the big Johnson was swollen and Slut-Machine (hope I spelled it right) went up and down on the big trail by the Creek and found trail spurting intermittently toward the place that we started, sitting in our vans wishing we had not gone out into the rain but through beer goggles we were glad we did.
Coitus had practiced safe hashing. Heavy on the Flour and and he made us enter through the front door so we had the on-in in his garage (lots of junk in the trunk) and soon we we had clam chowder all over our faces as we were satiated ,spent and happy. We did religion to pay homage to this out of body experience and blamed the hares, the visitor from Idaho and Skinny Bitch for backsliding from Monday night insanity. Then we went into sport drinking and anybody who tried leaving early was call a Poofter by Oh so we stayed too long for a Monday night and we all got hit on the head with a rolling pin when we got home except for Mystery Meat.. he got laid.
Great Hash on a Lugubrious evening
On On
Big
Berkeley Park -South East
Weather - Scattered Down Pours
Presidents day where the fair weather hashers stayed home and the truly hard core and crazy and border line brilliant hashers huddled in cars and then at 6:46 we see Coitus in our rear view mirrors laying the first check of the night. The God of hashing, she be Twat Sickle parted the proverbial waters with some sprite check finding and off in the far distance Wild Man in all his persistent bimbo maligning yells on on as Hydro Licks magically picks up that subtle yearning for the beer check and we all head down hill. The rain picks up as does the wind. The trail veers suddenly left, the drama of it all. and Skinny Bitch in some steroid Lite-Beer haze veers off into Reed Canyon, only to meet us much later at the beer check on the golf course. Where we drank beer and got more turned around and I be DA Ho from Boise (i forget his hash name) finds trail over the Golf Course and -O- just meanders about telling stories about how many times we have been on this golf course, and then we head over to Johnson Creek and the big Johnson was swollen and Slut-Machine (hope I spelled it right) went up and down on the big trail by the Creek and found trail spurting intermittently toward the place that we started, sitting in our vans wishing we had not gone out into the rain but through beer goggles we were glad we did.
Coitus had practiced safe hashing. Heavy on the Flour and and he made us enter through the front door so we had the on-in in his garage (lots of junk in the trunk) and soon we we had clam chowder all over our faces as we were satiated ,spent and happy. We did religion to pay homage to this out of body experience and blamed the hares, the visitor from Idaho and Skinny Bitch for backsliding from Monday night insanity. Then we went into sport drinking and anybody who tried leaving early was call a Poofter by Oh so we stayed too long for a Monday night and we all got hit on the head with a rolling pin when we got home except for Mystery Meat.. he got laid.
Great Hash on a Lugubrious evening
On On
Big
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