Hare: Dementia
Where: Blind Beggar Bar & Grill, 5211 Macleod Trail S
Big Rock: Shut up and Drink!
Attendance: 33
Choir: PMS, Can You Hear Me Now?, Granny Panties
Hare: Dementia (late, but not dead from plague)
Newly-not-quite-weds: Man-o-pause and Fish & Tits
Goes Both Ways was recognized for not being recognizable without his beard. His "Little Popsicle", Frigid Beaver, got a down-down too!
Froggie was overheard saying, "Lets do it like I like it... Quick and dirty!" (Thank you for snitching Tighty Whitey)
Hot Cheeks annoyed the RA and got to keep the hash shit for another week.
Skewbic missed the regroup (again) and had to run back from the bar (again).
Masterbeater wanted to help with tales from the trail but, "I got nothin'". Coach had nothing to say!
Larissia passed by the "beer near" marks in near-perfect silence. Does she want all the beer for herself? Is she some sort of Secret Beer Pig? She should act like a Care Bear (Care Beer?) and SHARE!!! She was named "STB" (short for "Share The Beer")
Roaring Nancy strode up in front of the hash and bloviated in excruciating detail about sweeping and lost voiceless hashers and Flash Pants and STB and being ignored and a lot of other shit that nobody cared about... but the hash paid attention anyway. Perhaps it was the mellifluous Irish cadence of his speech — or maybe it was the beer — and then the hash down-downed King Shit for being RA and then it was finally, mercifully, over.
On-On!