Hash Trash #986

Hash House Harriers

From the land of pleasant shiggy

TRASH: Run #986
March 4, 2007
Hare: Mach 6

Woke up, got out of bed, dragged a comb across my head. Made my way downstairs and had a cup, looking up I noticed I was late. Got my coat, grabbed my hat, made the hash in seconds flat. (apologies to Lennon/McCartney) We gathered like fallen leaves in the barren parking lot, the wind shrieking through the trees. Wait that's not the wind- its Velvet Vulva & 3 Trick Pony whining about the cold. A laugh erupted from the spectators as Drippi contorted himself to get in/out of Pony Boy's glorified skateboard. Our stalwart, intrepid host, Mach 6, attempted to give us a chalk talk, the problem was he had no flour or chalk. Was this a portend of things to come? The pack was off !! They went that way, the walkers, your humble narrator & the lovely Amelia Airhead, went this way. We went here, we went there, we went over hills, we went in dales. Exhaustedly we ended up in the barren parking lot where we found a madonna- like (not that one, the motherly one) vision of beauty. Horny Toad joined us for the on-in along with soon-to-be-a- big-brother Tyler. Felch Monkey convened us for a quick circle (the shrieking was intensifying- Mini-Brew joined in) where we toasted our virgin, Matt the midshipman. Fossil escaped a violation for crimes against a fellow hasher by hiding behind a covey of women (he claimed to be blocking the wind so they would be warmer- just like Fossil to be breaking wind). Then the circle ended and we scattered like the afore mentioned leaves driven by the cold, unrelenting wind into the deepening shadows of nightfall.

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