Run #846 - Amidst the Usual Cumlotion

February 22, 1999

Hares: Lumberjack, 007, Right Bun
Location: Pepper Street Pub

We arrived out in front of The Pepper Street Pub, amidst the usual cumlotion (sp?). Right Bun was the sole hare, the other 2 (Lumber Jack and 00-7) were out setting trail, or doing what ever it is that 2 hares do when they are, alone, in the dark, in the woods... . we finally circled up at 7pmish hash time (7:13 MT). We listened to our esteemed leader - Knobby - spew on and on about something, it was run 8 hundred and something... and on and on, new boots were introduced (Ron and Sheridan) and on, and on. Then the Hare took over. The run was set with toxic light stick goo, scientifically proven to stay bright (as opposed to hashers), that 1/2 a light stick was ON, the other half was a check back etc. etc. and that it was an A to B run. The pack set out heading south disappearing into suburbia. I being the ever clever invalid, short cutted directly to the Pub for some Trad and dinner.

Meanwhile back to the pack. The hare had warned us about "techerous" footing, and this was indeed the case. Fortunately the night was clear and starry, clear enough to keep our footing, and clear enough to appreciate Hot Flash's new doo. Seems she has joined Wet Butt in the newly-blonde club. The pack descended into Fish Creek Park amid speculation on the possible colourings of these hasher's pubi. (For those hashers without formal medical or legal training, the plural of pubis is pubi.)

The run had the appearance of being set by Martians, with unearthly globs of phosporescent goo marking the trail. (Guaranteed enviromentally friendly, at least until 20 years from now when the light stick babies start to be born.) At one point this scribe found a glowing piece of paper towel which one of the extraterrestrial hares had apparently masturbated into.

That reminds me (the newly-blond) Wet Butt is taking orders for anyone interested in a tour of the Golden Triangle, this might be worth looking into, I hear space is limited, but I have no first hand knowledge of this. Anyone who has first hand knowledge of this, PLEASE WASH YOUR HANDS.

Meanwhile back at the pub this scribe was keeping the waitress cumming back for more, I just kept eating and eating... I truly didn't know how much more she could take/bring... her hands were full of jugs at one point, all I could do was stare, my mind was not on the trail, I could only imagine what was happening out there in the darkness..·

The pack was amazed to see Venus and Jupiter low to the western horizon, seemingly close together, although Venus is our closest neighbor just 200 million km away, while Jupiter is on the other side of the sun over 800 million km away. Most of this was lost on the pack, however, as we stumbled over the icy terrain from one green pile of puke to the next.

Thankfully soon it was over and we found a bus driven by an aging pedophile waiting to return us to the Pepper street pub. Much singing and fondling ensued, with Lakey and P'tooie opting to run back, as the filthy stinking mutt was along for the run. (And Shadow was there too.) The down-downs ensued in a perfunctory fashion, to the strains of the choir: Whiteballs, Dreary, TPL, and Chocolick.

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