GOODBYE TO SUMMER

It was the perfect evening for run #755 taking place on the last official long weekend of the summer. The gracious hares, Peekaboo, Baglady and Bag o'Poo, donated the backyard of their Capital Hill home as the backdrop.

The circle recognized one visitor, Brain Dead, from Karachi who has been renamed Stranger due to the existence of another BrainDead from Calgary (I guess you can't have too many that are brain-dead); also HardAss made her appearance from the archives. It would seem in her absence she must be food deficient as she was seen raiding the raspberry bushes proclaiming, "I just can't get enough!"

But alas, at 7:14pm the run began only to lead into a succession of checkbacks (Peekaboo swears they were Bag o'Poo's ideas). Finally, the run brought the hashers on a corner to corner tour of North Hill mall testing the will of every serious hasher by leading the pack past several beer stores - but we didn't seem to lose anyone! This hasher observed one Bobbin Robin short-cutting every chance he could. He complained the Keg dinner and alcoholic beverages he consumed after the football game were haunting him -- so he had to run as short a distance as possible ­ serves you right, Bobbin, for partying without the rest of us!

This most excellent run mazed through Houndsfield Heights into west Hillhurst (thanks for to Suck Her for the geography). I was fortunate enough to be tailing hare Peekaboo who was pointing out all of the "pretty" houses to compliment the fantastic view of the city. Thanks for the tour!!

After almost an hour, the hashers returned to view Tiny Bubbles peering intently down Lakey's top, was he looking for his keys or what? Surprisingly, Bobbin and Lost It were last back claiming they were sightseeing together ­ what kind of sights? As the hashers were gathering round the picnic table (I only saw men), the biggest mountain of head sat atop every pitcher and mug of beer. KingShit said it was the most head he'd every had ­ too bad for you. it appeared that every beer was filtered by Dreary ­ he was quoted as saying, " With the amount that's cum past my right hand I should be sterile." If that's not too much information.

HASHING CONVERSATIONS OVERHEARD

The Down-Downs --- once Dreary was silenced and when KingShit decided he'd worn that sticky stuff on his face long enough, the insanity really began.. Stranger was the first down of the night, HardAss disappeared before hers, reportedly complaining of finishing early, but perhaps it was to harass more fruit?

The Sexual Offence went to Moonshine and TPL for their 3-legged race intervals which they proudly demonstrated and managed to keep it respectable. Nipple Detector was all too happy to lose the Hash Shit to which he had attached a wheelbarrow, nobody wants to know what he did with the Doggy-Doo-Doo. The lucky recipient was Kapt. von Krappe who won for bashing without hashing (personally I think they were just waiting for an excuse to put the shit on him), but he drank from the cute little wheelbarrow without spilling a drop on his overalls.

Woodstock shared his 60th run with us, he swears he was named because of his clean cut GQ image. Hideous Offences belonged to Skewbic Hare and his partner in slime, Suck Her, for silent hashing ­ why are the front runners rewarded with beer? At long last Lakey celebrated her 300th run. She received a decanter with a sizable hole in the middle which P'tooie apparently chose. It was quite the down-down talk about suck/swallow ­ Lakey should be GOD if anyone ­ you go, girl!!!

Before the evening ended, von Krappe took the opporutnity to bitch about drinking from a dirty wheelbarrow ­ well, v.K., would you prefer a sweaty, rubber plunger with a plastic male projectile in it? Maybe someone should be drinking out of Twisted Sister's BRAND NEW SHOES that nobody seemed to notice.

FURRY'S FASHION OFFENCES

Kapt von Krappe

for wearing MAUVE (or was it lavender?)

Hardly

for impersonating Billy Joe Jim Bob (for socks pulled up to the knees let this be a lesson to the rest of you sock offenders)

TPL

his shorts ­ a real conversation piece for us

Kawkby Horrow

for taping his own name to his right breast

KingSHit

for wearing that beer on his face out of season

This evening held some bizarre events, I found myself looking for the full moon when I saw the hash cash signed off by Supersoaker and Bag o'Poo....

Well, that's it ­ I am no longer the virgin scribe I proclaimed to be ­ I guess you have to let go of it sometimes, I just don't want to feel used....

Cheers, Y'all!!!!
ON ON
Furry Thing


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