As I lay in bed under Doctor's orders to not go hashing, feeling sorry for myself (hey -
no one else will!), I had a dream...
I dreamed of my scribe not showing up for the run or forgetting they were supposed to
scribe
I dreamed of Pole Vault calling the circle to disorder and flapping his gums
unintelligibly
I dreamed of Lost-it announcing the Annual Goods and Services Auction for Camp
Horizon
I dreamed of Tiny Bubbles arriving late
I dreamed of shiggy, hills, and sheep.
I dreamed of Golden Showers setting a marathon run
I dreamed of Fuckawee running too damn fast
I dreamed of King Shit downing 47 beers at the beer check
I dreamed of Peek-A-Boo passing everyone while going up hill and pushing Bag A
Poo.
I dreamed of Mydol walking with Smirk
I dreamed of Twisted Sister and ACD doing hash cash again
I dreamed of Amber Nectar being in short supply at the On On
I dreamed of Stupid Question giggling.
I dreamed of the hares, visitors, virgins and others being down downed
I dreamed of sexual offences (a nice part of the dream)
I dreamed of Knobby and the hash shit floating around and around and around
and....
I dreamed of Beaver Flats, ACD, Twisted Sister, Lakey, Thong Q and all the other
Harrierettes missing their hugs (hey - remember I'm dreaming!)
I woke up coughing and choking and thinking DAMN! I'VE MISSED ANOTHER HASH!
Dreary
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