Hares: Perfesser, Fuhkawee, Likker Outlet, Smirk
Where: Perfesser and Jock's Bearspaw love nest
Attendance: a perfect 69!
It was a magnificent Saturday afternoon as 50 or so automobiles and most of their owners (69 or so Hashers) attempted to plant themselves along Perfesser's narrow tree lined driveway.
For reasons known only to Perfesser and Jock's psychiatrist, these 2 fine, upstanding hashers had once again volunteered to let the Hash move onto their wonderful property out in Bearspaw for the Stampede Hash weekend. As seasoned hashers will tell you, Bearspaw is home to some of the grungiest, dankest, soggiest, stinkiest shiggy this side of the Pecos and its completely covered in bramble, thorns and barbed wire.
The hares, Perfesser, Smirk, Fukawee and Likker Outlet spent a lot of time sampling all of it to ensure that the hash would only run through the best that Bearspaw had to offer...
- How deep was it?
- Way deeper than the top of Whale Wanker's rubber boots.
- How sticky was it?
- Sticky enough to swallow up hasher's runners whole.
- How grungy was it?
- Ice Dickle started the run wearing a bright pink fur cowboy hat headband and it was a dull shade of beige by the time we got back.
Though the hares tried hard to lose us in the dense bush, the hash's lust for beer would not be denied even when we had to go swimming in the local slew to get to the floating beer platform. Later at the on-in, we ate and drank like...uh well, like that porky guy that Whale Wanker had been heating up all day.
And still later, gratuitous sex and karaoke to while away the evening hours before it was time to get up for breakfast.
Hashing is a tough life that requires constant dedication so that one is not distracted by things like employment, family, and the price of gas.
On On!
Kawky Whoreurrrrrrr