Hare: Suck No Evil & It's Really Big
Where: Bottlescrew Bill's
Big Rock: The choice of hashers (hint, hint!)
Attendance:
So in a publicly funded study, a researcher at the University of Calgary has discovered what any hasher has known for a hundred years. It is possible to have a disorder that leaves people hopelessly lost - Mucky, pay attention here. Developmental Topographical Disorientation or DTD is a brain disorder that leaves people with almost no ability to figure out where they are, even in their own neighbourhood. Sound familiar CH3?
Far far away from Fish Creek Park, the concrete jungle surrounding Bottlescrew Bill's awaited hashers on a balmy Monday. Instead of water crossings, prickly roses and bugs, Hare Snevil turned to the more mundane grid layout of the big city to confuse hashers with. Knowing full well that hashers will pay attention to checkbacks, or not, and pay attention to marks, or not, it was ridiculously easy to turn a simple trail into a keystone cops special. So the pack departed and went west, then south, then east and south again. Then east, and north. Then Dreary aka Peter Piper with his hash horn, decided to shortcut the rest of the trail and return to Bottlescrew's, thereby denying all the rats who followed him a dip in the Olympic Plaza shiggy pond. There were some who did manage the whole trail, defying hash logic and paying attention to all marks and having a good splash. So as a bonus item they were also treated to a cross dresser on 7th Avenue to keep them entertained. And as most hash nights usually end, everyone arrived back at the bar.
The crowd on the patio at Bottlescrew's was raucous and there were down downs. Baby was still celebrating his 500th run and received his caricature/portrait in honour of the event. Snevil lagging 100 or so runs behind was celebrating 400 runs. And not to be outdone, Booty Camp celebrated 50. The Olympic Plaza swim team came next and then Sucks Everything, who popped out of nowhere when he heard the pack passing by his condo. Monday at 7:00 seems to be a hard concept for him to grasp. And sandals are not hash approved footwear either, for which he received a down down. Sucks was followed by a new boot named Carolyn and archives Erudite, Lamb Chopper and Lay Em in Snow. Then Garden Gnome Shagger was passed the hash shit for some imagined offense and of course, to nobodyÕs surprise, Whale Wanker and his gawd awful shorts.
So, if you are constantly flummoxed by simple twists and turns, and have
troubles navigating even the most basic of routes, hashing is for you.
Remember, it only takes half a mind to hash, so keep up the good work.
On-On!
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