| Ok you wankers. You had the chance to fill in all of the gaps of your outing, and this is the result. And almost entirely true account of the goings on from this past thursday.
Slug-ho, the endemic and masochistic cyclist had a dull idea... "Let's have a bike hash! These wankers need new and ever novel ways to suffer at the hands of an experienced hare..." And by experienced I mean wearing a pink bunny suit to draw attention away from the Hash's Hottest Harriettes. His jealousy is truly formidable. Yes Slug-ho, you do have nice calves. So... Under the freeway and through the hills, to a Central Coast beer check we go, Without much delay, or smiles that fray, Let's drink up and find us a lay! hey! I think that turned into Jingle Bells, but I'm not sure. Python, that talented clown, wore a huge red curly wig and rode a unicycle. Very impressive. I bet he enjoyed the feeling of the long rod between his legs. A welcome change at least. Fluffer didn't seem to mind either. Rubber Allen actually hashed this time. Apparently the necissity of a bike prevented him from lying about basketball. Nonetheless, thet fool hella dunked on you man! Sprinkle Princess, with a twinkle in his eye, let us all know that tall men chug the best, as he chugged a find down-down to the chant of "throat control, throat control!" Release the Pussy is afraid of bikes. Just Sandi is now Glowing Beaver, congrats to her on a fine, unpredictable name. Oh how she/it shines with radiance on our meager lives. Let it shine, let it shine, let it Shiiiiiine. Matzo Balls apparently has lent his pair out, and played chilvalry to his girlfriend all evening. Finishing her well deserved down downs, helping her on the bike, and in general being nothing of the man that I thought I knew. Dr. Doolittle is now the keeper of the revamped Hashit. Drink mutha fucka drink mutha fucka yeah. How does those many miles of sweat a grime taste in your beer? Gross! The Mechanical Bull smelled of Tulips. So says BrokeBackCheck BrokeBackCheck smelled of The Mechanical Bull. I swear. He came home and smelled of Tulips. Gag Order, after playing Beer Leader and the miniskirt, decided that the justice department needed more flare, and has now pierced her left ear 15 times, both nipples with chains connecting, and wears Goth Wear. How appropriate. And that gag tasted like shit... what have you been up to? So it was a good hash, by all accounts, (which means by no ones account, none of you fuckers responded with any information. May my case of of the flu visit upon your house!) The Mechnical Bull and BrokeBackCheck will be misguiding us at the next hash, desitnation TBA. Check in from time to time and enjoy the findings! Or something. Peace Unto the Hashers Fred Ass-Tear |