Hares: Mud Guard, Club Mud, STD
Where: Regis Plaza Hotel, 124 - 7th Ave SE
Attendance: 40
You would think that the Grey Cup was in town with weather this cold. Limp Along Dick Randy Wet Sack delivered me to the bar at 6:15pm so I decided to have a schooner whilst awaiting for the pack. I quickly came to the realization that the price of a jug was the economical way to go so I ordered a jug. Well hashers didn't arrive as early as I had expected, but soon there was Bum Titty, Bobbin Robin Sneevil and Scoobik Hare to help me with said jug whilst tea-tottling Whalewanker politely declined.
Down DownsGuest RA: Scoobie |
Soon there after we were back at the Regis venue where more lost souls appeared; Limp Dick, Shmirk and King Shit. Wet One was heard to comment 'best trail I've never been on'.
The marks for the trail were rather creative. On trail was OV, a check was V and check-backs were the usual in honour of the beer being served at the Regis for $6.95/jug. Bobbin informed us when he arrived back that the hashers had rode the C Train back from the west side of down town confirming our suspicions of where the pack had gone.
New boot Janis told a joke 'What does a couple screwing near a stream and American beer have in common? They are both fucking near water!
The stainless steel pissing trough reminded me of NZ. Lambchop must have felt at home here. Hardly showed up without hashing to pawn off the RA duty to Scoobie, and I have some notes here about Irene and Burning Bush but unfortunately I cannot read my writing. My drivel ends here because soon I was nominated to the choir where we came up with the brilliant idea to do each downdown to the theme of OV.
Knobslinger