Run #1140 - The "Lost In King Shit" Run Part One

December 1, 2003

Hares: King Shit, Lost In Space
Where: Studio 9 (aka Tigersted bar), 1015 Centre Street North
Attendance: 54

Twas the first run in December and the best yet Nyet! The Tigerstedts lonely 5 jugs begged for the Hashers Guzzle again. Smirk circled and squared us introducing some newboots and some recent and ancient archives. Always With Wings seemed to be archiving as a Hash Chef Soixante-Neuf (69 for you Hanglows). The Hares were introduced Sir Lost in Space and Monsieur King Shit. Lost in Space immediatedly got the has all excited with the declaration that all marks were "traditional". The salivating hashers were immediatedly dismayed as King Shit explained that what he meant by traditional were some sort of divets in the snow.

Chief Scribe's Note

Okay, just what I suspected, I was never on trail...I saw no sign of any fast food boogers, boneless breasts or creamy shakes. However did pass other Hashers (walkers of course) toting steaming vessels of Tim Horton's java. All in all a good night considering the posted website address had a small number of Lost and Spaced Hashers quizzically standing in front of some submarine joint across the street and one block north of Tigerstedt.

Tender Tits

We set off north to 12th avenue and then went North, South, East, West?? Where's the f--ing trail Hares!!! As we went hashing through the snow and sliding on our butts on ice there was that familiar smell, the place where all Seagulls and LandYachts unite and apparently some hashers too. It was "Peters Drive Inn" home of the dietary milkshakes, not cocktails but good enough for Cocktail. On with the Junk food tour we passed KFC, home of the corporate chicken, the famous 11 herbs and spices ( Is one of those BEER??) and home of the Infamous boneless chicken ranch. KFC"S Tuesaday feature was boneless breasts for a Toonie. These Chicks are cheap and no bones to pick.

Eastward towards Chalet Specimen then Southward passed the famous Boogies Burgers - can't you just hear it "Some more green sauce please - OK just a sec. SPLAT! Anything else". Go Green Go Boogers! Pasta the Renfrewa Hilla and Villa anda ona downa, downa, to Li'l Italy. Up, up,up to the Crescent Heights Cracking Condos & finalment North to those lonely jugs at Tigerstedts.There were hashers reportedly going down on trail, down on hills, down on each other.

Hardly hardly got a word in edge wise after introducing the guest RA Los Sticky Lips. An excellent RA who got no respect. Reminds me of Wet One or maybe it's the hoody thing. Sucker reached 150 and sucked back very efficiently the 1/2 yard. Haberdashers of all flavours were selling there wares in between an ongoing pool tournament.Downdowns for the Newboots Archives and Hares - Head who said head.... more Viking debauchery. It Seems Kawky has taken to collecting Hashits an unsual pastime. He should make Hinterlands Whose Who soon.

All additional ideas should be carefully written on water proof paper and ink, put in a sealed bottle, driven to Southern Alberta, placed in the Milk River then wait 6 months , buy a ticket to New Orleans and pick up the bottle and immediatedly deliver to Madame BABA who will read it and telepathically transmit this critical information back to our scribes. Sounds easy eh!