Hash Trash - Run #338

R*N 338
or
The “Walking on Water” Hash

Hare: Life-of-Bwian, Our Lord and Saviour on this snowy Sunday
Time: hashtime
Location: Butcher’s village
Hounds: Foxy Lady, Dead Animal, Cheap Thrills, Boner, Wet Spot, KrYstal Tits, Fig Leaf, Pop-a-Weenie, Flipper.

The general idea: They few gathered at ‘Bar de l’eau’, not only a terrible pun but also a location, in Boucherville, at about 1pm for a r*n.  There was a hare, but no trail yet. Live hare extraordinaire.

The trail: LOB set out reluctantly. He was wearing a silly white hat with ear flaps. Pfff. Let us not mince words: he looked like a dork. Later on, as KrYstal Tits was r*nning, wading, fording towards him, out on the iced-over Saint-Lawrence river, clutching her ears, she realized why it was he was wearing that silly hat. She then proceeded to wrap her scarf around her head. She looked like a Russian babushka who had lost her floral print scarf and had to make do. In the end LOB looked the least silly of the two.
After the frozen whiteness of the river-crossings (over to Boucherville Island… and back, of course) they plunged into the nitty gritty of the suburban town. By this time Boner and KrYstal Tits were at the head of a very small but staggered pack. Others not in the hunt for the slippery wabbit commented that the two were “300 yards” from the target, but having never lifted up their eyes from the lovely PA-prika markings, they did not give good chase.
Thus it was that the rascally rodent came back to the bar only just in time; Boner came (oooh, yeah baby! YEAH!) a second or two behind. Nothing too bawdy or salacious took place at the on-in itself, but rumour has it that three of those present were off having a three-way at the pizza shop next door.

Down downs: Fig Leaf for fouling the trail. NZ-Scottish-Numbskull to LOB for being an ass and making us run through thigh-high snow. Cheap Thrills and Wet Spot for coming back. (won’t they learn??) Everybody who went and walked on water: other means of transport (Divine transportation).

Quote of the day:
As the group was finishing up their hash hymn, one of the more savoury local patrons was overheard saying in a slightly aggressive tone: “Sauvages!”

It’s been a good one.
ON ON
Albino Pussy, aka The Gulp