Run #1182 - Lingerie Run, or...
Why yes! Those were granny panties on his head...

August 16, 2004

Hares: Sticky Licker, Sexcellent, Right Bun, Left Bun
Where: Bottlescrew Bill's
Drink of Choice: Buzzard's Breath Ale (made by Big Rock)
Attendance: 52

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My steely resolve in hand....hey! Wait a minute... Only guys have a steely resolve to lay their hands on. Possibly I could borrow one. Naw, too tough to run while holding onto someone's steely anything. Might even be painful for the other party. Anyway, my plan for the run was to STICK WITH THE PACK so I wouldn't end up wandering around alone dressed in my lingerie. Yes, kiddies, there are lines that I won't cross, at least alone and sober.

What is this I spy? Has Wet One grown weary of her sexual slave and allowed him to return to the folds of the CH3? Is he the same Smirk that he once was or has the summer of lust and debauchery changed him??? Well, he was wearing a lovely little camie and thong but then again this was a lingerie run.

Into the circle we went. All of the Evils were present making this a rare occasion. So rare in fact that people who were passing by stopped to stare at this unaccustomed sight. Some were so shocked they averted their eyes and hurried past the group. Then again they might have been shocked at Kawky's avant-garde fashion statement. Who would have thought to carry a buttercup yellow purse while dressed in a rather tarty piece of lingerie? At least the size of his bag didn't unbalance the delicate lines of his bare shoulders.

After some minor lingerie adjustments such as thong removal...(yes, until you get used to them it is sort of like flossing) and at least one breast replacement Smirk welcumed us to run # 1182. New boots, the usual announcements, Hash Test again running around dressing Hashers...you'd think people would come already dressed. Oh well, I guess it's okay so long as they are consenting adults. Where was I??? Oh yeah, the Hares. Different font L's and an YKWTD mark our trail for this evening. And off we ran.

The trail for the evening was strategically set, winding us through the most populated areas of the core. First Street, Fourth, Millennium Park, downtown and of course the Red Mile. Some of us ran into people we knew...Sticky Licker happened upon two of his coworkers who stopped their work to watch one of their own run by in a lovely beige camisole set. Don't worry boys this was a special occasion. He normally only wears the outfit when he's doing, ahem, undercover work with Miss Lips. Inspector Butt, wearing a pink nightie, ran past his neighbour. Bet her kids don't play with his kids anymore. Limp Dick didn't see anyone at all...he was too enraptured with the sensation of wearing black lace against his chest. I suspect he'll be trying to figure out a way to wear it to work. May I suggest UNDER the uniform.

All of us conjugated under the big phallic symbol at Millennium Park for a grope shot then headed off to find what the hell YKWTD meant. Upon arrival at an LRT platform we spied the letters and caught the, you guessed it, the LRT for a ride down 7th. Sharing the car with us was an assortment of bewildered people one of whom caught me fondling Mr. Butt. Honestly I was just making certain he hadn't lost the car key!

Back at the On In we learned that our RA for the evening was none other then Hash Test Dummy who was fittingly attired in a luscious red teddy trimmed with black lace. Word has it that she'd borrowed it from the Anti Frank. Gawd that man does have an amazing wardrobe! Choir for the evening was Lumber Jack, Lost in Space and Whale Wanker although others appeared to want to join the selected group as well. Perhaps it was to be near the satin clad body of Lost in Space.

[link to Big Rock Brewery] Tonight's Down Downs included a most joyous ceremony...the initiation of the new unbreakable Sacred Vessel. We passed her around, each taking a small sip of the golden nectar contained with in her and each of us taking a moment to reflect on the loss of the last one that was broken during the earthquake. May her piece(s) rest in peace.

Bump and Grind got a Down Down for stripping on trail. Seems the way to get free beer is to ensure you have an audience and I suspect the patrons at the Melrose count as an audience. Way to go girl! Anti Frank did short work of his reward for a 69 milestone. I understand that he will only do 68 because when he flips over to do a 69 he always breaks his rod. His joke NOT mine kiddies.

Skully drank something warm and cummy...ooops I meant yummy, out of a demi tasse cup. And yes she did swallow. And amid the rumble of a train I overheard the words Kawky and Hash Shit in the same sentence. King Shit celebrated 700 runs by downing almost all of his beer. The last of it was poured over Lost in Space's head. Not that head guys, the big one. Okay that didn't sound right either. Let's put it this way...King Shit gave Lost in Space wet head. Still not right, but you get the picture. Lost in Space will probably wear satin more often now. Tee hee.

Following all of that Mr. Shit was presented with his very own granny panties that he promptly placed on his head. Not that head guys, the big one. Okay that didn't sound right either...

Where was I??? Oh yes...Could the source of those granny panties be none other than Granny (at least for the evening) Bastard? Honey a flannel nightie is not lingerie it is birth control! Oh and Knobby... a pizza box is not a pooper scooper! Makes me wonder if you are confused about the correct use of other things in your life. I just remembered Knobby's dog was wearing a camisole. Do you think???

Blue Balls mimed the Red Dress run and got a Down Down for his confusion. And Skully, Smirk and Hardly got free beer for winning a look alike contest. Watch for them in the up and cumming flick entitled Oh Henry Does the Triplets.

And, speaking of Hardly and Twisted Sister. Congratulations on your 450th run. Watching those two pros down their celebratory beers was pure pleasure. Hardly finished first...guys always do.

On On!
Thunder Tits

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