Hash Trash
R*n 340 -- CHEAP THRILL’S VIRGIN LAY
Sunday, March 23rd, 2003
Hares: Cheap Thrills, Abbot, Skinflint
Hounds: Krystal Tits, Flipper, Pop-a-Weenie, Witchy, Foxy Lady, Dead Animal, Duan Duan, Just Yan, Delhi Belly, Anon, Poon Boy, F*ck
Yorrick (aka Fukloric), Total F**kup, Keeps Cumming, Muddy Nipples.
Location: all the way out in Sainte-Anne-de-Bellevue. Tip: you can’t go wrong in French place names if you use hyphens.
The trail: Well, in all honesty, this scribe did not do all the trail. What I did see however was a masterpiece of careful planning and superbly
executed trail. (Flattery will get you everywhere.) This virgin hare was in very good hands. They must have done a good job with frequent
back checks (I saw two in my short trot) and checks, for I did see Dead Animal coming in at the head of the pack. --head!?! who said
head!?!
For those less physically inclined, at hash anyway, there was at least half a kilometre of little shops in quaint/boring Sainte Anne to be browsed
through. *ahem, cough cough, Total F*kup, cough cough, F*ck Yorrick*
The circle: held in a bar that could only be described as having a very local flavour, we attracted attention, with our stuffed sheep, boisterous singing and surreptitiously quacking mechanical duck. One local belle was even too scared to cum inside… and make a phone call. Speaking of cuming…
Down downs: Krystal Tits was awarded a down down for cuming on the bus, but only once. Further incriminating herself, she claimed that the bus driver was “cute”. Must have meant he had yet to acquire a substantial beer gut. Other down downs included Delhi Belly for not paying before drinking, lack of enthusiasm calling On On from Poon Boy/Bed Hare Day (he has a split personality disorder), trail confusion from the hares, lost property, returning (our zhong guo ren friends! and yes, may they cum again!), something about Dead Animal getting a haircut (he has hair??), Pop-a-Weenie for getting lost on trail, Abbot, for getting lost… on his own trail, Mutton Drapes for shitting peanuts out her hole (litterbug), and various other offences.
Luckily we were not heckled while singing the hash hymn. This probably inspired the Ottawa visitor, Delhi Belly, to add a second verse.
Till next time, on on and happy S-H-I, T-T-Y, T-R-A-I-Ls!
Albino Pussy aka Gulp