There were only 6 more beer checks left. The pack slid on and found beer
along the well marked trail with blue flour for the most part, sort of like
Donnie and Marie Osmond singing “A Little Bit Tricky and A Little Bit Slippy
Hole”. A mobile beer check beside a beer distributor just for a tease and the
trail continued. The obligatory stop at DOAS’s ex-wife’s house where the
hashers tried again to spell out the word EX in the snow with their bodies,
the picture needs that explanation. Does she go away just so we can drink
beer, slide on the ice, and make yellow snow between the garages? Oh geez,
geez is such a clean replacement for shit, Dick On A Stick was the main hare
for the day. Over Exposed unknown hared on trail for a short while and
Deathwish and Eager Beaver minivanned and beer checked the thirsty hashers.
Concerned citizens must have looked on.
One of the beer checks was at the Hideaway somewhere in Lititz. I can
recall that just before that the trail went across Lititz Run. I found that
out sort of accidentally because I tried to stop but I slid down into the
stream barely keeping my balls dry. I could still breathe in and the boys
didn’t go north, just my feet were wet. The Hideaway is a cool hash bar. The
trail went a short distance till we were at the Parkview Hotel. This is
another nostalgic bar that must have been around since the Gay 80’s. No, not
the 1980’s, the 1880’s !
Hashing in it’s social stupidity had arrived again in Lititz. As I
recall, Fart Connor, Delia the dog, Doodle, Glass Ass and Beer Slut the dog
were hanging out on the front porch of the Parkview viewing the park and saw
Police and the Fire Department following blue anthrax, apparently the police
and fire heroes had experienced this before. The hashers meandered out of
the Parkview and continued through Lititz Springs Park where the officials
were following a suspicious blue substance. Some hashers had a blue substance
on their faces at they passed the police and fire personnel, I think that
helped with the explanation.
What a great day. The entire pack with a few add ons made it back to
DOAS’s house for the On In. Autohashers arrived and circle ensued., almost.
Sacreligious, the beer ran out and Deathwish and Eager Beaver saved the day
with a beer run. You can say, “Run”, if you are going for beer. Yuengling
Lager arrived to save the day. Arrrr, another half keg. There might even be
enough for breakfast on Sunday. That’s another day, we haven’t even had
circle yet!
H5/Reading circle: Virgins were abused. Virgin, Just Megan, was
dishonored who has a namesake with another Just Megan and Just Brad was almost
named “Man Whore”. When one whore drinks, all the whores drink! Camel Toe
snuck out and didn’t get to be abused by the pack. “Just Lays There” lost one
of her beads and became a Quaker and turned to “Just Lays Thee” and accused
Fart Connor of some type of new shoe violation. She got her up- commence.
It’s great how some of the words can go through spell check. I did a down
down through my shoe and “Just Lays Thee” did one too. Take that baby, I
shared a down down with you.
Fart Connor, typing uphill.
Hey Hashers,
Thanks to all who came to and at
my hash, a good time was had by many, as I can easily tell that by the
amount of hash items left behind. This is certainly a record with 20 various
items left behind including sandals, sunglasses, tights, hats, gloves,
sweatshirts, pillows, Cause-For-Blindness towel, walking stick, lighters,
blanket, a yellow 2004 Philadelphia Marathon racing jacket etc. etc. Wait,
did I say 2004 Philadelphia Marathon racing jacket left at a hash? Well I
did get one call about a yellow jacket left behind along with a blanket from
Dancing Fool/Felon but I am sure it must not have been a yellow 2004
Philadelphia Marathon Racing jacket that he left behind at a hash? Anyway,
all items will venture forward to the next hash which is Saturday's Fool
Moon hared by Lunachic so cum on out and claim your stuff.
By the way the winner of
the big screen TV give-away was Chappy so make sure you send her congrats.
Also, regrets to my meatball
co-hare OE and his broken toe or whatever and I am certain that his venture
onto the sacred St. Paul's Catholic Church grounds had nothing at all to do
with his fall and broken body parts so get those thoughts completely out of
your head, HEAD who said HEAD????????
ON-ON
Dick-On-A-Stick