Hash 47
Hares Big
Location Portway Tavern -North Portland
(submitted by Flaming Fart at Midnight after the Run)
And it was said, possibly by Coitus..."oh, its done raining for the night...". And so, it proceeded to snow. What this means, we all know, is it was a PERFECT night for hashing! We stumbled out of the Portway tavern, and spied a check, which O so informed us by yelling for the neighborhood to hear, and we all stood for a bit because Pabst Smear hadn't told us which way to go yet. Wildman ran off muttering a bit, at what we'll never know, except maybe it was Frigid Hole wearing the sort of shorts that might give any bimbo a name like that on a fine frozen night like this. Slut Machine made sure we knew she lived close by (hint hint) after announcing she couldn't feel her ass one little bit. A hasher (Pole Dancer?) grabbed a handful causing her to yelp and said she must be lying. Well, a little slipping and sliding into the land of lost shopping carts led us into "The Cut", or at least this was what O seemed to remember it was called. There was some history involved, but it was lost in the hopes for a beer check soon. This was about where Stinkfinger seemed to have gone missing. We all stood in the snow feeling damn smart and drinking Pabst, and still thinking what a perfect night for hashing! Just Sarah H., Edward Penis Hands, Just Obie, and Goose Swallow were there, most likely thinking, what a great night for hashing! Resevoir Tip caught up to us wearing that blue resevoir he always shows up in. KatoyToy was strangely quiet and didn't take a single picture. Must have been the perfect weather. Mystery Meat led a fine religion after Toolbox implored everybody to feel how wet she was. Apparently, in a fine economic move, hash food consisted of the free popcorn at the Portway. Honor! We all had beer on Big Shitter's credit card, and it was good! Like usual all the natives got the hell out of there and we sang songs, and swang low, and moved out into the perfect hash night. On-On!
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Hares Big
Location Portway Tavern -North Portland
(submitted by Flaming Fart at Midnight after the Run)
And it was said, possibly by Coitus..."oh, its done raining for the night...". And so, it proceeded to snow. What this means, we all know, is it was a PERFECT night for hashing! We stumbled out of the Portway tavern, and spied a check, which O so informed us by yelling for the neighborhood to hear, and we all stood for a bit because Pabst Smear hadn't told us which way to go yet. Wildman ran off muttering a bit, at what we'll never know, except maybe it was Frigid Hole wearing the sort of shorts that might give any bimbo a name like that on a fine frozen night like this. Slut Machine made sure we knew she lived close by (hint hint) after announcing she couldn't feel her ass one little bit. A hasher (Pole Dancer?) grabbed a handful causing her to yelp and said she must be lying. Well, a little slipping and sliding into the land of lost shopping carts led us into "The Cut", or at least this was what O seemed to remember it was called. There was some history involved, but it was lost in the hopes for a beer check soon. This was about where Stinkfinger seemed to have gone missing. We all stood in the snow feeling damn smart and drinking Pabst, and still thinking what a perfect night for hashing! Just Sarah H., Edward Penis Hands, Just Obie, and Goose Swallow were there, most likely thinking, what a great night for hashing! Resevoir Tip caught up to us wearing that blue resevoir he always shows up in. KatoyToy was strangely quiet and didn't take a single picture. Must have been the perfect weather. Mystery Meat led a fine religion after Toolbox implored everybody to feel how wet she was. Apparently, in a fine economic move, hash food consisted of the free popcorn at the Portway. Honor! We all had beer on Big Shitter's credit card, and it was good! Like usual all the natives got the hell out of there and we sang songs, and swang low, and moved out into the perfect hash night. On-On!
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