What is that British guy in a suit doing at a our hash?

Reading Hash #622 - Reading Area Community College Parking Lot

Sunday 1/29/04 - 2:45PM

 

 

Several hashers were already gathered in the RACC parking lot when I pulled up. I got out and realized that something was very different from most of our hashes - we had far more bimbos than males. Of course, this is a good thing and a huge smile appeared on my face.

It was at this moment that a black late-model Jaguar pulled up. A strange man in a suit and wearing a top hat climbed out and opened a notebook. He started counting and frantically doing calculations on his palm pilot. He nodded and finally identified himself as an official of the Guinness Book of World Records. He confirmed that this hash did indeed have the highest percentage of harriets of any in the past ten years. With that, he drove away - allegedly going to Cotton Street to count illegal drug transactions.

The hare, HOP, was excited about being allowed out of the house and gathered the pack together for chalktalk. Nobody wanted to quit drinking the jug of delicious Margaritas or the case of ice cold Molson but we managed a half-assed circle nonetheless.

Before long we were on trail, following the bright orange marks that the hare had thoughtfully painted on highly obvious locations like fire hydrants, buildings, manhole covers and trees.

     

 

The only problem was that the canned substance was not canned CHALK - it was canned PAINT! Ooops. I guess the winos in Reading now have some new artwork to enjoy for the next couple of months.

Within a mile or so we started through the rubblefield of an old factory. In typical hash idiocracy, we all actually ran through it rather than going around. Several people fell and loud cursing, screaming and whimpering was heard as concrete chunks and sharp rebar penetrated various body parts.

   

 

Where is the BEER NEAR? Nowhere, thats where!! The hare had promised a "short trail" but it seemed to go on forever - all without the delicious golden nectar that we so craved. Damn HOP and her mystery hare!

Several wankers tried to board a cab for a fast ride back to cold beer but the cabbie shouted something about Allah and INS and hid his face from my camera. So much for that idea.

 

 

In time, this hash, like all other hashes, came to an end. JUSTNIC was safely back in the parking lot after a solo attempt at catching up that left her in the hood and following orange marks left by contractors and not hares. The mystery hare revealed herself to be POLLY HAS TITS and she pointed the thirsty and  hungry pack to Borelli's Hotel.

BETWEEN DICKS looked far less scared this time around than she did during her first visit to this fine establishment. I guess that was because she didn't have "what will they name me" syndrome.

The timing of the food was perfect as several large pies, wings and deviled eggs were brought out just as we arrived. Like a drug-sniffing dog to a Mexican mule, LITTLE BITTY TITTY autohashed his way to the apres at this time as well.

  

The circle was lead by Joint grandmaster BAD SEMEN.  Down downs were issued:

                                   

Hash cash sprung for the last two cheese cake desserts by Sam "The Champ" and the circle was concluded.

The hare was true to her word (shitty <and destructive> trail) but the hares were quite generous with never-empty pitchers and good food. I guess we can allow them to hare again. :-p

ONON to the Valentines Day Hash - Sunday 2/13/05.

OVEREXPOSED