Hash Trash - Run #274
Point St. Charles, Sunday,
January 20th, 2002 @ 1 PM
Hares: TFU. Eager Beaver
The Robbie Burns Day Run
Hash Trash It
has been such a long time, and it seems that much has happened since last
my fingertips waltzed on this plastic keyboard. Where to begin?.. A few words about the Hogtown analversary perhaps? Or should I start with the latest and greatest mismanagement meeting? First things first:
Fleshly minted GM's discuss the merits of pewter vs glass.
Kristal Tits decked out in her old high school uniform. “What ye got thar under yer kilt laddie!?”
The Hares toast their accomplishment of another successful run through historic Point St Charles. Note Lady Dye's head pokimg out under TFU's arm (his right arm)
Foxy checks out the return of her 'pawned' mug and wonders if she is seeing double. The newly named '6 of 9' accepts the RA's blessings.
Star of the show - Numskull (NS6?) - apparently just back from Glasgow and on his way back to Taiwan.
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Run #274
The Robbie Burns Day Run Hares: Total
F**kup and Eager Beaver Location:
Pointe Saint-Charles Wankers
present: Dead Animal, Foxy Lady, PVC, 6 Of 9, Yogi, Julius Seizure, Witchy,
Flipper, Pop-a-Weenie, LOB, Abbot, Skinflint, Lady Dye, False Penetration,
Dingo, Easy Ride. Trail
conditions: Pathetic. I’ve never seen such piss-poor excuses for
markings. The hares should be shot. OK, now let us
analyse the situation. Eager Beaver, who had already set two trails
before, but neither of them with another hasher let alone an experienced
hasher, was paired up with Total F**kup. Need I say more? Our dear
haberdahser may be sweet, but he was named Total F**kup for a reason. The
greenish-bluish liquid used to mark trail was barely visible even when
used in industrial quantities. Spacing of arrows and checks was more or
less appropriate (when visible). In fact, this raises an interesting
question: why is it the most clearly visible were the checkpoints and the
false trails. One wonders… Finally, there
were a few questionable choices in parcours, none the least of which was
going through the Congregation of Notre Dame nuns’ backyard, and
climbing over a fence to go run on train tracks. Running past
the street of the on-in proved fatal, and half the run was missed by most.
More on this right below. The on-in: As
terrible as the trail had been, or so whined the masses, all looked
pleased enough to be inside the cozy street-corner bar. Beer was consumed
as per usual, and we awaited the return of some sick FRBs, Flase
Penetration, LOB and the accompanying hare Total F**kup. That’s right,
they had decided to do the full run. According to them it was quite nice. I suppose I
could introduce the mismanagement at this point. The new Joint
Masters Abbott and Witchy were both present and accounted for, but missing
was the newly-appointed Hash Flash, Mustapha Kunt and his daring sidekick,
Dr. Delight. Present and shameful was the Hash Scribe, who had failed to
produce anything for the previous week’s run. Permanent-temporary
Religious Advisor lady Dye was also present, as were Hash Cash False
Penetration, Haberdasher Total F**kup, Hash Mug Person Flipper and
assorted morons who either volunteered for things or were to weak to say
no. The
circle went off without a hitch, and this despite introducing a new
concept of “accusations”. The person making an accusation has to hold
his/her beer up above his/her head (HEAD?.. Who said head? I’ll have
some of that! And so I did, and it was good, and then we f**ked, we f**ked
for hours! uprooting trees, and shrubs, and flowers, like Vikings, with
horns on our heads. Head? Who said head?..) and make his/her accusation.
The Jury, the respected hashing members present at the circle, then decide
whether the charge is valid. If it is, the appropriate person is awarded a
down down. If it is NOT however, the accuser must down whatever is in
his/her glass. Pop-a-Weenie gave us not one but two demonstrations of how
NOT to do it. He accused me of wearing a hat in the circle. Evidence (see
picture) shows that I was wearing gear entirely appropriate for the
occasion. Incidentally, this is also the picture where the Numbskull, here
on forth known as NS7, was trying to see up my kilt. Total F**kup
created an awkward moment when he started singing a version of
“Mr. Roger’s Neighbourhood”. He apparently was interested in the
locals. Maybe he was looking for a hot date. I would just like to suggest
voice lessons. Other
highlights: LOB for
returning Witchy for
having her hundredth run mug (finally) Hares for all
manner of sordid things Foxy for having
pawned off her run 200 mug PVC for getting
a new hairdo, but worst of all, complaining that no one had noticed!!! A second circle
was called for the last event, a naming in the true style, with holy water
and everything. We have a new member amongst us, welcome 6 Of 9. Truly, the star
of the show was NS7, as the pictures will attest. “What ye got
thar under yer kilt!?” At this point I
would tell you more about Hogtown and how Double Fisted incurred the wrath
of a whole busload of hashers, but nah, I’m too tired. Maybe next time. As usual
comments, questions and suggestions can go to hell. Krystal
Tits aka
Gulp
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Photo Credits: Wahiba & The Abbott