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Date: Tue, 11 Jan 2005 17:01:01 -0500
.... and the winter moved into Trumansburg harshly, bringing with it diffuse sunshine and a brutal fourty-degree wind chill. Hashers from all over Tompkins County huddled in the living room, kitchen, dining room, bathroom, bedroom, back porch, driveway, and lawn of Butt Floss and Little Oral Annie against the harsh winter threat of light drizzle, surviving for three hours on nothing but champaign, eggs, french toast, waffles, muffins, doughnuts, orange juice, and, of course, beer.
When this hasher finally forced his way through the blistering calm air, hoping that the hangover from the last two nights would be drown out by the buzz slide he had just ingested, he found *69, Bitch Squealer, Half Monte, and Hound Whore hiding in the dining room, urgently discussing their situation over their empty plates. Squealer admitted that she just couldn't take another winter in Ithaca, and stated that she would be moving to California within the week. Three virgins huddled in the kitchen, talking over their inadequate tee shirts with LOA. Rumour had it that Vibrator and Phil McCrackin had ventured out into the not-quite-so-bad grey of the early afternoon. Before too long, Country Cock -- long thought lost in the back woods of hay-bail housing -- appeared, seeking adequate shelter. ET wandered in from the not quite so cold with Just Someone. Ball Wrinkle eventually appeared; proving that his four-wheel-drive off-road (unintentionally) vehicle could make it all the way from Rochester in this temperate weather. There were probably other people there as well, but i was too bleary to recall their exact names and proportions.
Suddenly, and without too much warning, LOA and Floss screamed something about Chalk Talk, drawing all of the hashers out onto the lawn. In the ensuing panic, LOA and Floss ran off into the blustery stillness of the afternoon, leaving the hashers bewildered and craving more beer.
Finally, the hashers decided that Floss and LOA could not possibly survive the mild weather of the day, so, donning several hats and a hand warmer they stole from Floss's wardrobe, they went off in mildly enthusiastic pursuit, only to be sidetracked at the front lawn by a beer stop.
Yes yes... Floss and LOA certainly needed our assistance, but hey... it's beer.
Once the beer was finished, the hashers headed up hill, through the suburban streets of eastern Trumansburg, in search of the runaway hares. They were confused by strange chalk signs on the ground, led astray by confusing chalk signs on the ground, and totally lost because someone had put chalk signs on the ground which seemed to lead nowhere. Finally, they decided to ignore the strange chalk signs on the ground by running through a strange chalk sign which happened to look like an X, beyond which, they found less strange and less confusing chalk signs on the ground which led them over a "river" and through Smith Woods to Trumansburg Fair Grounds (grandma not included).
Not many people are aware that Smith Woods, though a small parcel of land, is one of the only areas of old-growth forest in New York State. With its dense canopy and substantial amount of woody debris decaying on the ground, this woods offers hashers a fun playground to set trail and drink beer. Yeah yeah... that's great, but the beer is across the street behind the fair grounds, so stop gaping at the stupid trees and get some beer.
Fortunately, the hares also happened to be inexplicably drawn to the site of free beer. Found at last, the hares could be saved from their reckless folly of wandering into the harsh winter conditions of the fourty-dergee (but dropping slowly) day. Unfortunately, the hares did not take kindly to the rescue efforts of the hash, and darted off again, in a slow but steady fashion
Quickly, less than ten minutes later, the hash took off in hot pursuit, some attempting to cut the hares off at the high school, some running back to the bar in town to get help in the form of a beer, and some wandering along the gorge and through the housing developments where the hare seemed to have left more of those strange chalk signs on the ground (remember them?). Would they ever be able to find the wandering hares? Would they be lost forever in the slowly cooling but not quite cold day? Is there any hope for a happy beer-filled reunion? Is it really over for Brad Pitt and Jennifer Aniston? What a minute. Who the hell cares about them; they don't hash. The fukkers...
Anyway.... there was a happy ending to this story. All of the stray hashers, hares included, managed to find their way to a bar in downtown Trumansburg (a the lure of cheap beer). Once happily reunited, beer was had. The weather turned cold and dreary in a perfect ending to a tragic day.
Back at Floss's and LOA's house, punishment was served to those who refused to admit to doing silly things while trying to save the hares. Awards were passed out and beer was had. Another hashing crisis averted through drunkenness and debauchery. Anonymous deity of some unspecified system of belief bless the beer!
The end...
Spike
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Date: Tue, 11 Jan 2005 18:46:30 -0500
First. Spike was the one who was suppose to write said re-hash. Second I agree with Ball Wrinkle that it is refreshing to see different people write the rehashes. Third since Spike writes down everyones names when he takes their money you think he would have listed the names of our Virgins and guest / late cummers. Fourth that was a great rehash so just to make it not so great I'm going to do a small addd onto his rehash and turn it into a rehassh.
ET's high school buddy was Just Rob who has hash maybe three times with us, also " Just Lick My Nipples cute little sister graces us by driving down from Buffalo . I can remember her nerd name so if someone else can help with that please do. I believe this was her 2 hash.
We also had four Virgins, three from lakewood vineyards on the west side of Seneca Lake we had two of the Stamp brothers ( Chris and Dave) and Chris wife who name also escapes me. Our fourth Virgin was Just Tracey who works at Glenora winery.
LOA intiated a new, and will be repeated from now until doomsday Virgin tradition. Along with the traditional what is your name and who made you cum? She added and tell us your favorite Sexual position.
Dave Stamp said his was flat on his back laughing!! Chris and his wife were so quiet I could remeber what their's was ( so if someone remembers and wants to help)
Just Tracey favorite position was on all fours face in the pillow!! Now there is a Virgin just begging for a name.
The only other thing of interest that I remember other than having a great time was how red Just lick my nipples got when having to speaking her hash name in public for the first time.
Spike sorry about jumping in on your rehash, but for those hashing vicariously through them I felt compeled to join in. 1/2 Monty
Date: Wed, 19 Jan 2005 12:31:24 -0800 (PST)
Now to things more mundane... BW's prompt, (as
promised) less exciting, and less well-written rehash
for the January 16 2005 Ithaca hash. Sometimes I get
on a roll with these things, so who knows? Maybe this
rehash will be really good, and interesting and sh*t.
But I digress.
What could have been another crappy, frigid winter day
was actually pretty decent. I was sorta bumming about
that as I was driving down to Taughannock Falls, since
I had been in my secret hash laboratory perverting
modern technology for hash purposes. More on that
later.
I am told that the first to arrive were Cocksmith and
Pippi. They had been partying in Nittany Valley prior
to the hash, but were still up for some more fun. Hot
Lips was the sole hare, and was patiently waiting for
the IH3 wankers to show up for the start. The hashers
filtered in...
1/2 Monty back from Florida without any tan, Hound
Whore, Ball Wrinkle, frequent visitors from Syracuse
Sphincter Sicle and Pond Scum and their new puppy
Odin. Dogs - Hershey, Parker John, Max, and Arlo.
Butt Floss and LOA who live the closest to the start
location were last to arrive.
The chalk talk was quick because everyone pretty much
knew the IH3 hashing mark convention, and we were off.
The hare laid an (apparently) excellent false at the
beginning, because everyone took it heading down the
hill toward Rt 89. Well, almost everyone took it. I
was still drinking my beer, and talking to Sphincter
and Pondy, so I missed that part of the trail. From
that point we spent a few minutes wandering through
the wilderness of the T. Falls area. One road was
crossed. No dogs were killed in the process.
The beer stop was held at the top of the sledding
hill. No sledding this year, but we had great fun
tossing sticks and logs out onto the skating area and
watching the dogs slip and slide across the ice to
chase them. As we were drinking our beers someone
noticed that the carpenter's chalk marks that Hot Lips
used were exactly the same shade of red as LOA's new
hair color. After performing a comparison, I wiped
some of the red marking on Parker John's side, and
later someone commented that my dog was bleeding. I
noticed that all the dogs had red stains on their feet
from walking in the marks. Cool.
The hashers treked over Hill and Dale and finally
ended very near the start at a park storage
area/gravel pit/dump where the sweet nectar of life
(I'm talking about beer of course) was located under
some railroad ties. The tricky hare was quite astute
in his planning, as the beer was stored in a cooler to
prevent it from freezing.
The circle ensued with Floss making a guest appearance
as the RA. It's like riding a bike obviously, because
he did a great job. Down Downs were given for
non-dog-owners, a murky moment for Pondy and Sphincter
when they allegedly "lost their keys". Yea right.
Pippi and Cocksmith were the BLEABs, Cocksmith was the
passenger, so she drank. Floss and LOA were the BLABs
and LOA drank. Hot Lips drank extra for forgetting to
remove headgear. Pond Scum too. Puppy Odin was
dragged through the snow by his leash by Hershey and
his doggie gang. Poor little Odin was also the main
engine in a doggie gang bang train. That was funny!
Many down-downs, a new song by Sphincter, more doggie
shenanigans, more songs, and accusations. After a
while we noticed that we were all getting cold. Pond
Scum remarked "Do you guys ever have your ceremonies
in a nice warm bar!" We all said "Hell No!", Floss
closed the circle and we headed back to the cars.
Now, back to the hashing technology I've been
developing... Some of you may remember the often
copied, but never duplicated, Patent-Pending, Ball
Wrinkle portable showering apparatus, unveiled at IH3
weekend #2 (or #3 I forget) Well, the next invention
from BW Portability Labs is the portable hash circle
heater. I fired it up at the cars and quickly the
whole hash was my new best friend. Propane and
electric powered, 175,000 BTUs/hour, and if you aren't
careful, it will melt your clothes off. (Arrgh Arrrgh
Arrgh) This new device really takes the edge off of
winter hashing. I'll keep bringing it for all you
fair weather hashers out there. Now there is NO
EXCUSE!!! Come out and do a winter hash.
After we warmed our little tushys for a while, the
hash retired to Ron Don's a few miles up the road in
T-burg. We feasted on pizza, wings, and BEER.
For the anal retentive - BW collected $36 hash cash,
and the food bill at Ron Don's was $57.55, which we
all split evenly after adding a tip.
On-Out
Ball Wrinkle
PS: Parker got stinky in the last 5 minutes of the
hash. Who knows what he rolled in, but... PEEE-U
*waves hand in front of face* He got to ride home in
the back of my truck, but got a nice hot shower when
we got home.
Date: Thu, 3 Feb 2005 21:22:22 -0500
Sunday January 29, 2005
Hares: Live
Starting location: Chanticleer bar, downtown Ithaca
Aw man, y'all missed a good one. And when I say y'all, I mean, truly, nearly all y'all, 'cause there were so few of us there that hares nearly outnumbered hashers. And when I say good one, aw man...
It started out inauspiciously enough. It was a beautiful sunny and fairly warm Ithaca winter's day. I was the first one to make it to that den of iniquity, the Chanticleer. It was a bit strange not having to cut through the smoky haze to get to the bar and I have to say, nice as it was, I sort of missed it. I guess it was a bit early on a Sunday, but for a while it was just me and some other sad sap and the bartender, swapping stories, scratching our nuts, and belching. But the good times had scarcely begun.
While I was nursing my first beer and contemplating throwing money at the bar-top slots machine, along came Dances and PP to save me from temptation. They shared tales of Cyprian (Cypriotic?) debauchery and, soon, Hound Whore plowed through the double swinging doors. A pitcher was ordered, and we marveled at the recently returned duo's adventures with old and young hashers alike, the old having the quaint tradition of handing out as an award an oversized diaper that the recipient had to wear on trail. Apparently, it was passed from a hasher to the GM, then to another hasher, then back to the GM, who would pass it on to another hasher who would in turn pass it back to the GM and so on. For some reason, the GM wasn't very fond of this award. Got me thinking ... wouldn't it be fun to fuck with our GM in a similar way?
Just a thought. But wait, he's the one who brought it up in the first place. Maybe he's got a thing for diapers?
Tired of waiting for fellow wankers to come play with us, we started talking about possibly, maybe picking a hare and getting this show on the road. But then someone decided we should continue the discussion over a game of pool while we finished our pitcher. And then the busload of cheerleaders from Dallas showed up. They were lost, of course (in more ways than one). Somewhere during a few more beers, some goings-on on the pool table that I can't talk about, and some murky moments shared by four or five of them and Hound Whore over by the pinball machine, we decided we really ought to set some trail and hash.
So, Dances did the gentlemanly thing and loaded PP up with a satchel full of colored flour and off she went. We got back to the cheerleaders and continued to try to help them find their way (in more ways than one). It was a bit of work but a few beers, some cue chalk, a bar dart, and a small figurine of a cock (i.e., a rooster) later, they were on their way.
The bar was feeling kind of empty, so we decided to go see what PP was up to. Fortunately, she'd left little dollops of colored flour as she went, so, after a few twists and turns through the streets of Ithaca, we were able to meet up with her again. Actually, it was an effing beautiful day and PP set a heck of a live trail. We were led over toward the library and up Greene St. for some mild confusion around the dumpsters under the parking garage. Then, through the alley to the Commons (I know, who would have thunk it?!) and to a check. False in front of Benchwarmers and, get this, she didn't even bother to go over to Moonshadows! But, of course, we did. Should have stopped in for a beer, but Dances was calling On-On from further up the Commons so we picked up trail again and followed it past Simeon's and right past Micawber's. So, where the heck are we going, we asked ourselves. What other bar is down past this? Surely, we're not going to the Creeker. Or up to the Chappy. Well, if that'd been what you were thinking, you'd be right, 'cause she led us through the garage, right on Tioga, up Buffalo, and back toward the Commons! Shocking but true. And then, get this, right in front of Micawber's there's a big arrow pointing across the street to, you guessed it, Micawber's. Where PP's standing in the doorway, all smiles. And nothing else.
It seems that while we were running around looking for her, PP was being chased through the streets of Ithaca by a couple of wild dogs. She was able to fend them off by periodically clubbing them with the satchel of colored flour but by the time she'd found shelter at Micawber's they'd pretty much shredded her clothes. But she made it otherwise unscathed, so we drank to that and played some more pool while Hound Whore regaled us with tales of former glory as brewmeister (apparently, it's not all it's cracked up to be. Well, neither, I'm sure, is being pope, but some things you do out of civic duty and because so many people are relying on you! But it's okay, 'cause he's back at it part-time). And if you'd been there you'd know not only what IPA stands for but why it even exists in the first place. Oh yeah, we talked of bocks, double bocks, and triple bocks and beers made from nothing but hops and Dances and HW sparred over the exact history of New York barley beers.
And pretty soon a crowd began to gather. People from the bar came back to hear tales of small breweries in Colorado and Texas and ancient ones in Belgium, and then people began coming in off the streets. Drawn by such diverse stories as that of Yuengling porter in upstate New York and the best fruits, berries, and miscellaneous foods to mix into a second fermentation, they streamed into the bar. Some heated debates flared up and between that and the sizable crowd, the place really started heating up. And since PP was already pretty much naked, other people started tossing off clothes along with their beer stories. Oh, it was wild, but we had a hash to get to, so we handed the flour bag to Dances and gave him a 10-minute head start while we found some cast-off clothes for PP.
PP had covered half the town in purple flour already, so it wasn't too easy to find Dances' trail. We gave it our best shot but after about 20 feet we pretty much gave up and decided we'd head over to Moonshadows and call Dances and let him know we'd meet him there. But on our way, while calling, PP's backpack started ringing. Yup, he'd left his phone in her bag. Or maybe it was his bag, but she was carrying it. What good are cell phones if their users just cast them off at such critical moments?! We probably should have just headed over to Moonshadows anyway but (maybe 'cause it was such a nice day or maybe 'cause he had all the money) we decided to give it another shot. One of us got really, really ambitious and crossed the street and, sure enough, there was a little dollop of purple flour. And then another. And another.
We followed them up past the taqueria and across the street down Greene to the steps leading up to 96B. Across the bridge (which is about 40 feet past where we'd recently been standing--doh!), up the hill, down Clinton, past the police station (glad it wasn't me laying purple flour). Now, we could continue on to the recently renamed Ithaca Sports Bar or whatever brilliant name it was given, and indeed there was a check at the backside of the Holiday Inn, but instead we were led over to State St. and past the crowd, all five of them, attending that evening's Light In Winter festivities and On In at the Chanticleer. Ah, home at last. It had been a long, grueling hash, but now we could rejoice in the knowledge that we were through with the athletic portion and could get on with the liver-destroying portion.
PP picked up some cheese doodles and other stomach-churning "foods" from the bar, Dances ordered a pitcher, and we settled in for a rousing circle. Hares drank. PP tried to get me to drink for Comes Lately but Dances pointed out that, actually, since they'd been hashing in faraway lands, they were the Comes Latelys. I don't think we got as far as singing them a song. Instead, I think we all just drank and ate and chatted and that was pretty much it until it was time for another pitcher. And then we drank and ate and chatted some more.
Like I said, good times.
On Out
Date: Mon, 14 Feb 2005 17:21:21 -0500
Rehash for trail #449
Location: Castaways
In attendance: Toothylunker and Tala
It was a beautiful day for a hash. I had been hemming and hawing all morning long about whether I would make it to this one. Dances called to see if I would be hashing, and if so, if I could bring flour along for the live trail. Since he called me, a vicarious hasher, I suspected that the number of hashers showing up for this one would be small. I finally decided what the hell and agreed to hash and to bring the flour. I was also quite willing to be the live hare. So I grabbed the dog, Tala, and found the old bags of flour in the garage and headed down to Castaways. We arrived at Castaways at about 2:20 to discover that Tala and I were probably the only ones to show up. I went inside Castaways to find about 5 barflies hanging out, but no hashers. I checked out the deck at Castaways to find, yet again, no hashers. But, since I brought the dog there was officially 1.5 hashers in attendance so a romp around town seemed in order. At 2:30 Tala and I were off to Cass Park. We didn't bother with the flour (sorry if anyone else finally did show up). We checked out the waterfront trail for the first time and played over in the defunct dog park next to the Treman marina. It was lovely. We made it back to the truck about an hour later to still find no other hashers. We next drove home upon which I opened an Ommegang beer and cheered to the hash as I drank it down down down down.
Toothy
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Date: Tue, 15 Feb 2005 03:51:44 -0800 (PST)
Rehash number 448 3/4?
It was a rainy, dreary morning Champaign morning as I boarded my Syracuse bound plane. I booked at 9:00am flight, getting up at 5:00 am to drive up to O'Hare, racing to get home and hash. Lick my Nipple wanted me to stay longer but no I said -- I must hash! (not to mention it was the only flight I could get). As my plane descended over the mighty Finger Lakes all I could think about was the not-so-vicariously hashing Toothy in her pink teddy.
I got to Castaways at about 2:05 - no hashers in sight. I hadn't check my email since sometime Saturday - did they change it? Called Floss who said that he had talked to Dances and thought no-one was showing. Left at about 2:15. On-on to the grocery store, bought some flour and some beer.
This is the part where I was going to have met up with the with a bunch of Cornell Coeds who where going Spring Break bikini shopping when we proceeded to do a topless peck-developing group-virgin hash. But alas such falsified rehashes are not so necessary. Made it home later in the afternoon. Dabbed a bit of flour, drank a few beers and I still had the Yogi song in my head from earlier in the weekend (yes it's sad but true, LMN)
So I guess technically the number is 3, or 2.5. Isn't great NOT to be a wanker, Toothy. Just tell me one thing, did ya where the Teddy, no wait it's best I not know.
Hound WHore
Date: 12005 March 21 14:06:56 EST
I awoke to the dull roar of my head informing that it had been one hell of a Hash Weekend thus far.....and to the noise of numerous hashers mulling about our house. SHUT THE F*CK UP! CAN'T YOU TELL WE ARE TRYING TO SCREW...I MEAN SLEEP!
Then, I remembered....it's Sunday....a normal Ithaca Hash day....and we had much to do before hash time. Like, get all the drunks up and around and off to breakfast before setting out on Hound Whore's trail. Speaking of? Where was he? Had he left early to prepare the third awesome trail of the weekend? Third you say? Yes indeed! For this was not an "ordinary" hash weekend. It was none other that the First Anal-versary Hashl! or/ette Weekend for Butt Floss and Little Oral Annie. The weekend's events, thus far, had actually been quite memorable...despite the outrageous amounts of alcohol consumed. Starting with a fun little pub crawl Friday night.....beer pong on a make shift table comprising one small dining table and a coffee table.....and SUPER trail Saturday set by Toothy and F*ckem & Chuckem...complete with hot toddies and wine!...wine trail...awesome dinner put on by Goldie Cocks....strip club where Butt Floss got his backside whipped severely with his own belt....then showed off his new Tux Floss...compliments of Staffy Puller and Tequila Bill...to the crowd of horny, drooling, lecherous men...oh, wait...those were the hashers...getting hit on by Drag Queens at the piano bar while the harrierettes were at brew pubs....ah yes, I do remember it! But, I digress. Now, presuming that Hound Whore had left us to set trail.....the rest of went to feast in town. Unfortunately, many of the "out of towners" had to head on home and could not partake of the afternoon's hash.
But....WE DID!
The trail started at the Blue Berry Recreation area parking lot up in the National Forest. A smaller crowd was assembled than the previous day but, anxious for the trail ahead....and....BEER!!!!...just the same. In attendance were: Hound Whore...our hungover hare....Spike....Hot Lips....Just Eric (dire need of a true hash name by now!)...Cock Smith...Pippi Schlongstocking....LOA....Butt Floss...Dances......Maxi Pad and Arlo. Others? Sorry...getting foggy....oh....and Just Eric's pooch. :o)
Soon, we were off...some on snow shoes....some on skis..... It was another glorious day to be out in the woods and enjoying nature. Hashing is so much fun in this area that I think I will stay around for awhile.... :o) The trail meandered here...and there....but mostly there....and I soon found myself at the back of the pack after checking out almost every false the #!#@$%@#$%!#$% hare set! But, alas, what do I hear????.....BEEEEEER....NEEEEAAAAR! Alright! Now it's time to reload the liver!
Off again! This time, our trail approached dangerously close to the previous day's trail. So close in fact that we lost Hot Lips completely. But, we didn't realize this until AFTER Floss went back about half a mile looking for him. Man, is he going to drink at circle!...if he actually is still there....we know how Hot Lips likes to slink off in the middle of the trail...going to have to tie that boy to a tree one of these years and make him drink a case all by himself! :o)
At this point, the trail had taken a sharp turn back along Potomoc road and on back to the start. Awesome trail Hound Whore!!!!!
Circle was short...but good. Every one drank....at least once...well, except for Hot Lips who escaped.....
Finally, we adjourned circle and went back home to pass out.......but not before finding all sorts of wonderful things left behind by the hashers:
Numerous Ninny Valley beer-pong balls
New Shoez pillow....nice that he left that behind in place of his mug that he finally recovered
HO's sweat shirt.....small replacement for all of LOA's hash clothes that Sir stole...
Blue fleece
Shampoo and tooth paste
Of course....some one left there loofa sponge....UNBELIEVEABLE!
Country Cock left his sneakers behind. Apparently he doesn't plan to hash again until LOA and I set another trail....
MATTRESS! Yes, a whole mattress! How the hell do you forget THAT!....Big Stonz!? :o)
Nicely framed note that I'm the best...or was that for LOA?
Raidr's plastic hash mug...
And much more! Yard sale time!!!!!
Corrections?
Floss
Hash #452(?): March 13, 2005
In attendance: Toothy Lunker, Staffy Puller, Tequilla Bill, Butt Floss, Little Oral Annie, Dances With Head, Pussy Pong, Spike, Rowdy Bush, Harry Condom Jr, The Hasher Formerly Known as Don, McCavity, Just Ted, Just Daisy, JUSUAD, Licker Harder, Just Eric, Just Julie, Up Her Alley, Two Holes And A Heartbeat, and Extra Testicle.
Pussy Pong and I rolled up on a sunny Sunday afternoon, and the pack was already beginning to gather. I mistook Just Daisy for a Lazy Canadian, and everyone was arranging their snowshoes and X-C skis. One of the hares, Staffy Puller, was back from setting trail, and we began to wonder where the other hare (Toothy) was. Then we saw her coming down the trail on her skis, trailing her kiddie sled behind her, which she'd been using to stash the wonderful hash nectar -- beer -- on trail. Attendees of particular note included a virgin, Just Julie; a transplant, Two Holes And A Heartbeat; and two visitors from the Halve Mein H3, McCavity and The Hasher Formerly Known As Don.
After we felt everyone who was going to had arrived, Toothy gave chalk talk, and we checked out trail. Naturally, the trail went UP. JUSUAD, Just Eric and Licker Harder were off like the wind, and the rest of us thirsted for beer. Perhaps because it was a tough uphill, the hares took pity on us wankers and it wasn't too far to the first wet check.
The beer didn't last long however, and pretty soon the FRB's took off again, so we figured we'd check out trail too. After some ups and downs, the hounds came to a T-E split, with some fun on the E but a shortcut on the T. So, yours truly took the 'T'-for-tough trail of course. Somewhere along here, a tree apparently jumped out and attacked THFKAD, we stopped to sit down on a chair randomly set against a tree on trail, and we started wondering when we would reach *More Beer*. After a looong ways, we came to a second wet check, with beer and Pringles. Yum! There we learned of THFKAD's bloody ear, courtesy of the tree, the dogs played, and we waited for the DFL's to come within sight. We must've been a bit tired, or thirsty (more likely), because we spent quite a while at the second Beer Near, but when we did take off it was a quick, straight shot down to the cars. On the way, however, Rowdy Bush and Hound Whore each had some nice hash crashes, as they couldn't handle the speedy descent on their skis.
Back at the cars, we piled in and drove over to Staffy Puller and Tequilla Bill's humble abode, where circle was held in the garage. Pussy Pong and I took the scenic route to the circle, so the impatient hashers started circle without us. Virgin, transplant and visitors drank, as did Cums Latelys, Hash Crashes, and Murky Moments. FRB's and various others, as well, as well as myself and THFKAD, for being lousy RA's.
Some awards were brought out towards the end of circle, including the Hash Baby, which Toothy gave to Tequilla Bill; an armless, legless, dickless mannequin to Extra Testicle for being the incapacitated bobbit; Toothy gave Butt Floss the Big Balls Award; LOA drank for losing the hash crash lifevest; and JUSUAD brought out a new hash award, the Black Bill Murphy Award, which he promptly presented to Tequilla Bill Murphy.
After closing circle, the On-After fun was inside the house, with crockpots full of fantastic chili, with cornbread and other side snacks (courtesy of the hosts and those hashers that followed the hares instructions to bring a dish to pass). McCavity brought out his laptop with his huge collection of digital hash pics for us all to check out, including a hash wedding from the previous day in Albany, and naked shenanigans at the previous year's Ithaca H3 weekend. Fun!
-Dances With Head
PS - I put pics up again, check 'em out:
http://www.people.cornell.edu/pages/dsr25/Ithaca452nd/Ithaca452nd.html
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The absent minded hares forgot to mention at the beginning of trail that there were 3 hares on that fine Sunday. Rowdy Bush was kind enough to join Staffy Puller and myself. She drank for it at least.
Toothy
Date: Tue, 5 Apr 2005 18:46:26 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Re-hash March 27, 2005
Beaster Egg Hash:
We who were there remember enough, for the rest of you
here is the gist! North entrance to the park. Drinking
while we wait, warm day (as Marches go in Ithaca),
Frisbee, looking for trail, fisherman, up the hill,
looking for plastic eggs, candied privates, and best
of all small #33s. Still up the hill, shiggy, mud,
getting colder. More plastic eggs, candied privates,
and best of all small #33s. Then eventually back down
the hill to a bunch of cabins littered with more
plastic eggs, candied privates, and best of all small
#33s. Sitting on bench eating, drinking, and talking
about candied female privates and then Ted drinks a
skanky old Canadian beer for five bucks. On the way
down to the on-in ET drops his private over a wooden
trellis and Pippy whacks his floppy guy with a
snowball. At the on-in we are punished for stuff.
Staffy Puller makes it, she gets the bobbit award. Ted
becomes Skanky Reserection Eh, the in-law becomes
Bunny Hairs. What else, a good group went out to the
Pines for a burger. Yes it was fun and yes you should
have come....like we did: Spike, just Matt, LOA, Floss
Phil MaCrack’n, Calvin Climax, FnC, their future
in-law friend aka Bunny Hairs, Ball Wrinkle, Harry
Condom Jr., ET, Ted, Pippy Long Stocking, Cock Smith,
Skanky Reserection Eh, Toothy, and one other guy?
Date: Thu, 21 Apr 2005 08:15:13 -0700 (PDT)
BW quickie rehash:
We all met at PP's nice little cottage in the woods. I think it's a
good candidate for a hash weekend party. They have plenty of firewood
for the dogs to chew on. Plenty of beer, and the advantage would be
that we wouldn't have to worry about cleaning up afterward. (just
kidding)
It was an awesome day for hashing, crisp, yet sunny. Everyone was in a
good mood. After being cooped up all winter, it's nice to get out in
the sunshine.
I brought my two hounds, Parker John, and Puker (Toby). Toby has had
knee problems for the last year, but it seems to be getting better, so
he was allowed to do his favorite thing - HASHING!
In attendance were Butt Floss, Little Oral Annie, Tequila Bill, Staffy
Puller ( who is getting close to 25 runs - Yay!) Pussy Pong and Dances
w/ Head, Spike, CockSmith, and Pippi Schlongstocking.
Dogs: Puker (Toby), Puker John, MAX, and ARLO
The hash was truly shitty. Lots of uphill, stream crossings, a beer
stop beside a real nice deer stand. PP and Staffy Puller and maybe
even Spike tried to climb the Treacherous Tree Stand Of Death.
Fortunately, the hashers won the challenge and no one was killed.
Check out the hash pictures and you can see Floss and Tequila Bill
kissing, and I think there is also a picture of Staffy Puller hanging
from the "Treacherous Tree Stand Of Death".
The second beer stop right next to a swamp. Yeah Baby! Swamp!
MmMMmmmm!
MAX, Puker, and Puker John went swimming, but Arlo's Mom made him stay
on dry land.
PP was caught squatting in the woods twice. I think she likes getting
caught. Maybe we should start spanking her when we catch her? Wait,
that might not help. (depending on your point-of-view)
Pippi found a comfortable spot on a fallen tree and we all had great
fun inspecting the handiwork of the local BEAVERS!!! We crossed their
DAMN!!! ...and checked out their fallen logs.
Also, look carefully at the beaver pond, and you can see SHARK FINS.
They are from the rare "Tompkins Aboreal Beaver Shark". Teach you
children about this rare and ancient animal, and they can impress their
friends with their knowledge of wildlife.
http://www.people.cornell.edu/pages/dsr25/Ithaca454th/Ithaca454th.html
On On to the On In. Pippi drank for getting a year older, CockSmith
was awarded the HASHIT and we got to watch as she placed the garment
AGAINST HER SKIN - EEeeewww. That thing is skiivy. Ball Wrinkle
awarded CockSmith with the hash baby award for being such a baby and
not letting Arlo play in the water. Waaah!
Bleebs, and Blabs drank, mugless hashers drank, comes latelys drank,
shit! We all drank. We even made Spike drink (probably for never
setting a hash)
BTW, Spike will be not setting the next hash.
Even though we were not out of beer, we broke up the circle and
proceeded to eat Butt Floss's surplus "take this job and shove it"
party Hot Dogs. They were yummy.
Puker and Puker John did not puke on the way home. Where is F*cking
1/2 Monty? Where is ET? Where are the rest of you comes-lately
worthless wankers?
Come to the hash!!!
"It's fun, and if you get lucky, you might get laid" (quoted from Wee
Willie of the Nittany HHH)
On Out
Ball Wrinkle - Woo! Hoo! - next hash in 3 days!!!
Date: Mon, 25 Apr 2005 09:48:20 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Rehash # 455
Rehash # 455
Hare(s): Ball Wrinkle, but not Spike
Burns Rd is where I be at 2:59 sharp and what's this? I'm not the Bleeb but ET is already here. For a while though it looked like I might be the Blab. Nevertheless, along came three more hashers Hot Lips, P.P. and Dances with Dances being the navigator and therefore the Blab. It snowed a little at my house this morning (yes that's right Late April in the Finger Lakes), looks like its going to rain out here at upper Six-Mile and it sure is chilly. But off we went . . . and five minutes into the trail and I've already crashed - just wait until the trail actually gets slippery! Lots of arduous checks. Look at Hound Whore Ball Wrinkle says he's not straying far from the checks or the Hares . . . not today . . . been sick for two weeks and am still feeling it. I did finally do one check . . . of course it was one that I knew couldn't be trail and wouldn't hav! e to go far J. Up and down gorges and gullies we went . Hey wait a minute it's actually clearing up and feeling a little bit warmer (welcome to late April in the Finger Lakes!). the trillium is in full bloom and we found some red trillium too! Beer is what we found at the bottom of this next gorge, along with a nice conversation about bird watching in Central New York. No talk of sex, body parts, defecation or any of that stuff other Hashers talk about. A long, steep climb out of the gorge we had. Back on the main trail for a while, I can almost see the cars and taste the beer. But wait we diverge for another loop through the woods. I, however, got quite a ways behind the rest and! realized that I wasn't seeing flour anymore so I doubled back to the main trail where about a half mile up I met up with the rest of the hashers. Just when it looked like Hot Lips was going to be the FRB, ET sprinted to the cars where screaming fans tore off his shirt. We moved loations slightly for the circel, not watning to scare little civilians. Accusations were few, awards were none. Hound Whore is the cums lately and the Crasher for which P.P joined him with mud on her back, Hot Lips nearly got away with dry lips, ET and Dances wore head-gear together in the circle. spike impersonated a Hare (although I don't remember him doing a down-down for that). We discussed the upcoming Ithaca weekend and how a number of Ithaca Hashers, myself included, haven't registered yet. At the Wings-Over-Ithaca on-after Harry Condom Jr. joined us and told us about the many items of ET's she has not sold on Ebay like his engine hoist, which we all agreed would be great for doing up-ups. Speaking of wh! ich, we have a number of birthdays coming up . . . Floss, Ball Wrinkle and yours truly's. I'm a side-side though but I don't know about those guys. We also discussed that we don't have a hare for the next hash!
Great Trail guys!
On-On
Hound Whore
Date: Sat, 21 May 2005 06:08:41 -0700 (PDT)
The Day of Five Virgins
Ahh the pressure! Ever since I stupidly agreed to be hash historian I have had writers block - yeah that's it that's why this is so long in coming.
So all you wankers who missed the last hash missed the day when virgins and guests nearly outnumbered Ithaca hashers. As we all know wiener cums in threes and this week he came with three virgins as well, just Deitrich, just Franco and just Aaron. And we'd love to keep them around even though they were pretty athletic. We also had a virgin appearance by just Zoe the sister of a guest hasher, but non-virgin Just Alivia (who we promise we will not name, so keep hashing with us! had to stop typing there for minute as my fingers were crossed) Just Kevin, a self gratified! virgin who found out about hashing over the internet, actually came without any half-minded prodding -- welcome all! Keep Hashing! Also in attendance were ET, DWH, 3 times, Pond Scum, Spike, and Hound Whore.
It was a great warm and sunny day. And to think just two weeks ago I was hashing in several layers and gloves! Sphincter Sickle and Ball Wrinkle set a great live trail up on Hammond Hill. Up across the road we went onto the biking trails. We never did catch up to the hares -- of course there were plenty of checks and at one point we continued to follow a mark-less false trail for about 1/4 of a mile. We did find beer though -- and what's this about another 1/2 mile up trail another hash rest..... half minds confused. The hares only had one backpack when they left and we drank that already... lets check for beer anyway, you can't be too cautious. But we didn't find any and one hasher pointed out that this was the spot a couple years ago were hash beer had been stolen. Ya know you expect confusion, obfuscation and to be led down all sorts of shiggy false trails on a live hare run but teasing hashers with false promises of beer that's just down right cruel. Somebody should report these guys to the SPCA. Did we make them drink for that? Damn!
Wait a minute Parker John is no longer with us. After calling out his name a few times we hoped he had found the hares and pantsed them. Across the pond we all swam like the good true trail followers we all are and up the field to the on-in. Parker was indeed there, he actually was the FRB/SCB as he had joined with some civilian runners and was already back at the parking lot when the hares got there. Some hashers drank for some accusations. There was lots of blood on trail today about 6 hashers drank for that. Of course BW was quick to point out that all the thorns were only on false trails. Dances got a couple RA down-downs. ET drank for all his bowling trophies. 3 times a weenie, Pond Scum and Sphincter are the ever-so-missed cums latelys. PP took a break form grading papers and joined us at the circle were she drank for being the bobbit. And lastly we gave a birthday side-side to Ball Wrinkle. After the circle was closed we discussed some things like the upcoming Ithaca Pirate weekend for which we still have a number of unregistered Ithaca Hashers.......
On-On
Hound Whore
Date: Sun, 19 Jun 2005 08:16:18 -0700 (PDT)
Re-Hash #457 5-22-2005
Arlo's Day
Arlo, a statesman among Dogs, gentile, wise but still a hasher-dog through and through. Arlo had a rough day though complete with blood on trail no thinks to Pippi making him climb those sharp cliffs in upper Taughannok creek. Back at the circle, Arlo got his usual annoyances from Humping-dog Parker and Max trying to take his stick away. But today would be the day that Arlo would hump Parker back and hump him good he did as half-minds cheered him on. Today was Arlo's day after all.
Oh yeah we hashed too. Greater Trumansburg was the setting thanks to Hot Lips. And a great turnout we had - 3 Times a Weenie, Ball Wrinkle, Butt Floss, Cocksmith, Country Cock, Dances with Head, Extra Testicle, Hot Lips, Hound Whore, J'SUAD, Little Oral Annie, Pippi Schlongstocking, Spike, Staffy Puller, Tequila Bill, Just Eric, and making their second hash appearance in a row, Just Aaron and Just Franco. We also welcomed virgins Just Joy and Just Janis with dog whose name I forget.
On-on through the streets, fields and woodlots of T-burg we went. On-on through the driveway and back yard of a nice civilian who lives on the creek. And a great beer stop involving swimming and wading through Taughannok creek. Climbing out of Taughannok creek we ran up, up up (catching my breath) 96 we ran. Are we headed back to the high school for the on-in? -- nope. Through the woods we went stopping for some nice pictures near the welcome to Trumansburg sign. Back though town we went flying by the cemetery. Then, today's hash included also a final hash rest at Not My Dad's Ice cream stand were Hot Lips treated us to Ice Cream cones.
Over to the fairgrounds we moved deciding that the high school parking lot wasn't the best place to drink beer and sink raunchy songs. E.T. was honorary co-hare since we had to make someone drink with Hot Lips. The hash s**t was passed on to Hot Lips from Cocksmith, We hadn't seen the likes of Floss, Loa, Cocksmith and Pippi in a while so they were Cums Latelys. There were the usual accusations for bleebs and Blabs FRB's and If I hadn't waited four weeks to write this I might remember who they were. We closed out the circle with a birthday side-side to Floss and an up-up to Hound Whore. Always a great Trail Hot Lips -- Thanks.
On-On
Hound Whore
Date: Sun, 19 Jun 2005 08:16:18 -0700 (PDT)
Re-Hash #458 6-5-2005
Staffy and Harry Condom's Drink Naked Hash
Floss and Loa, Ball Wrinkle, E.T., Tequila (IT'S NOT PINK) Bill, JSUAD, Just Eric, Half Monty, Sphincter Sickle, Pond Scum, Just Janis, Just Joy, Just June, Hound Whore and welcome to virgin Just Scott who is already counting forward every other Sunday on his calendar to make sure he doesn't miss a hash. And lots of Hashing Dogs too, Max, Odin, Hershey, Parker and Cums Lately, Toby.
Up Hammond Hill on the Finger Lakes Trail we go were we have been promised pretty beers and pretty treats. Bushwhacking, confused hashers got off to a slow start as true trail was lost about five times in the first fifteen minutes. But we did find it and with a check here and a Y there up the hill we went and then down and then up and over and down and then one of those dreaded B.C.'s and back up we went and up some more. But enough of the exhausting details there's beer at the top of this hill. And beer we drank while the names of 15 or so Hashers went into the guest book at the radio tower dealy niner. And up some more and over and down down down down down. But much to Staffy's dismay we missed the marks for her last meander through the woods before descending on the final hash rest were we found, shockingly, more beer, M&M's and Chex Mix. Pretty treats indeed. Out to the road and back to the cars we went.
Back at Casa del Salmon we were joined by those who cut it off, Phil M'Crackin, Vibrator and Bobbit award receiving Licker Harder. LOA made a guest appearance as RA Flanked by Tequila and yours truly as spanking needing altar boys. We decided it was getting high time to name Just Eric but after deliberations of themes around young children, fast cars, and pretty flowers we couldn't come to a consensus. Just Eric didn't seem to like many of the names we threw out. Does he know that the one he complains about most is the one he's most likely to get? Staffy and Harry Condom Jr. drank twice for their shirts -- once because they were alike and once because they lied. We seemed to have a number of hashers were doo-rags and sunglasses - they drank. A bleeb here a blab there, some incestuous gay lovers, private partiers, the occasional RA down-down -- they all drank. Lastly we closed out the circle with a birthday side-side for Monty and a not-so side-side for Just June.
See ya in Hector. Apparently Spike is going to set trail.......
On-On
Hound Whore
Date: Mon, 4 Jul 2005 13:07:48 -0700 (PDT)
Subject: Friday Pubcrawl Rehash
Hey folks,
Now that I'm done 'swabbing the poop deck' as it were
and feeling much more coherent, I thought I would
write an impromptu rehash of the Ithaca Pirate Hash
Weekend...
Food grade buckets are a great way to transport food
without the expense of a cooler. They are watertight,
and made of thick, food-safe plastic. After filling
58 lbs of chicken into two of these, topping each with
a zip-lock bag full of ice and sealing the lid, we set
sail along with all our other sundries on a 300 mile
trek to Ithaca (the island approximately 15 miles
around, surrounded by reality!)
Upon arrival to the campsite we were greeted by Hound
Whore, who had just finished tapping some awesome
beers including Ithaca IPA and Saranac Pale Ale, and
Spike who happily took note the time that we arrived
and charged us our ships docking fee.
(NOTE: Thanks go to Hound Whore for his aquisition of
Beer, a true treasure indeed! Thanks also go to Spike
for his diligence in keeping the books, balancing the
budget, and ensuring that we can enjoy a weekend again
next year while still having enough cash to buy beer
at the next couple of hashes!)
We then set up camp, admiring the large inflatable
pool full of water and the well appointed facilities,
ready for our plunder. We met several hashers from
Albany's Halve-mein hash and Eerie's Hash and were
soon joined by several Nittany Valley Hashers,
Harrisburg-Hershey Hashers and Flour City folks.
Soon, Pussy Pong and Ballwrinkle arrived with 2 large
vans to carry we plunderous pirates towards the gold
awaiting us on the pub crawl. Several go-getters were
quick to load into the first load, which was clearly a
rookie mistake, for as you'll recall we had good beer
at camp.
(NOTE: Thanks to BW and PP for driving and staying
sober so that we could all have fun! Also thanks go
to 1/2 Monty and ET, for setting a great pub crawl!)
Noting that the 3rd and final transport was leaving,
we seasoned (pickled actually!) veterans climbed
aboard and were taken to the Palms Tavern, the start
of the Pub Crawl. It was especially fun to see that
several of the hashers had dressed the part and were
wearing very colorful pirate outfits and the locals in
college town were taking note.
After pillaging about 12-15 pitchers of 'gold' at the
Palms, we then meandered down into Cascadilla creek
gorge, admiring the GORGES of Ithaca, then continuing
onto the commons, where we began a raucous round of
song among the dining crowds at Simeons...I thought I
heard some singing along to some of the more familiar
hash tunes. When the songs were done, we decided to
go find more 'gold'.
We could not have found a more appropriate haunt for a
crew of pirates than the Chanticleer (no, not the
Haunt!), our second beer stop, where we startled the
locals (believe it!) On-On through town again towards
what was to be our third and final beer stop. Walking
towards an eeirily quiet restaurant, we feared that it
must be closed as the proprietors must have heard us
coming, however, to their detriment, they had left
moored a fine sailing vessel, one that nary a pirate
among us would have denied taking aboard. So take her
we did!
We loaded up and found her to be full of beer, liquor,
and fine food and so we sailed into the night
Yo-Ho_Hoing and drinking away. Hashers were amazed
that we not only carried out a paid pub-crawl, but
also a booze cruise on the money they paid for the
weekend and felt that they had gotten their moneys
worth out of the Friday Festivities alone! Alas, all
sailing voyages must come to an end and we found
ourselves with ferry back to the campsite to enjoy
other fine adventures! People continued to party into
the evening, though this hasher had learned not to
overdo it on the first night...
More to follow!
On-On!
Calvin Klimax
Date: Mon, 04 Jul 2005 16:48:37 -0400
Ithaca Hash No. 460 or so, 7/3/2005, in Lansing - Set by Pussy Pong and Dances With Head
After a morning of setting trail and getting ready to bbq, Pussy Pong and I sat on the patio with beers in hand and awaited the early-arriving bastards for the day's hash. Shortly after 3, none other than Bitch Where's My Handjob pulls in, complaining about the long drive from Watertown. But the wanker left to get some cash at the ATM, and PP and I returned to our waiting - but not for long - soon Just Franco and a couple virgins pull up. Just Franco got out, and introduced Just Francesco from Ithaca, and Just Carla from Toronto. The story we got was Three Times a Weenie made them cum, who indeed pulled up a moment later with another virgin, Just Carson, from Ann Arbor Michigan.
After Bitch Where's My Handjob returned with cash, and a six-pack of Saranac, we enjoyed a few cold ones before circling up for chalk-talk. And then we were off - up the road and around the neighbor's house, and we found a pair of noisy neighbor dogs. Not to worry, we just kept going, down the hill to Salmon Creek. There the sacred letters BN were found by a watering hole, and we got our feet wet in the refreshing water.
But we soon tired of that also, and took of on trail - down the very scenic and rocky creekbed towards Lake Cayuga. As we approached the lake, on-lookers wondered aloud "What is that they're saying, is it 'Hard On'?"
Within view of the lake, trail turned and went over a railroad bridge, and into Myer's Park, where many were camping, grilling, and listening to live music for the holiday. The hash quickly found another BN, by my car no less, and awaited me to gain access to the beer.
Off on trail again, we went up-up-up Myer's Rd to 34B and the on-in at my place. There, the grill was lit the hash circled with a thirst that needed some quenching. Hares drank, virgins drank, new-comers drank, BLEABS/BLABS drank, ... you get the idea, all the usual accusations. Interesting accusations include catching Bitch wearing a hat in the circle multiple times, and accusing Just Franco and Just Carla of getting tail on trail.
Then circle was closed, and the bbq'ing began. Just Franco and Just Carla didn't wait around long before taking off - Just Carla had to drive back to Toronto - which was to our advantage, as we got to sit around and discuss stupid things Just Franco has done. Afterall, he has to get named one of these days!
That was pretty much it. You wankers that weren't there missed a beautiful afternoon and a fine bunch of non-regulars yesterday!
Pictures are up on my website - check'em out on the hare-line page!
On-On,
-Dances With Head
Date: Thu, 11 Aug 2005 07:34:45 -0700 (PDT)
#462 July 17, 2005
Varna Bus Stop -- Weenie is leaving us
Hares: 3 Times a Weenie and Just Aaron/Swings with Monkeys
Being the wanker I am I bailed as Weenie's co-hare at the last minute as I had to work half a day on Sunday. I arrived to find BEEB Just Francesco and Dances, P.P and Just J.J., donning the Hash S**t, with her son just Jack. Weenie had brought along two virgins Just Katja and Just Kerry. More hashers filtered in namely, new Ithaca transplants Whacks Off and her mate Just Aaron from Bosnia (do you believe they skipped our hash weekend to get married -- what wankers!), Spike and the very BLABBY Ball Wrinkle who joined us on trail.
From the bus stop we entered Fall Creek -- lots of checks and false trail and lots of swampy shaggy. As we found ourselves approaching the Rt 366 garden plots trail went through he culvert pipe where nearly all hashers crawled through the pipe -- even just Jack who needed a boost to get into the pipe (you couple wankers who sipped the pipe know who you are). At the end of that pipe was the first of our beloved beers stops where Ball Winkle, Parker and Toby joined us.
On across the garden plots we went back to the creek and the blaze trails. Always love the view over this part of fall creek. One of our virgins, Just Kerry left us on trail at some point as she had to get to work. Just Katja told me that she works at WVBR and later on that day on my drive home, listening to VBR, I think I heard her reading the news -- can anyone say free radio plugs for IH3? just J.J. also had to leave us early, parental duties and all.
Running along Fall creek some of us spotted the beer hanging from the famous train trestle (and some of us short-cutted to get to it) the rest of the hashers crossed the creek found more swampy false trails, then back onto the blazes and across the creek to the train trestle beer stop. Many of us had a nice swim all of us had beer and Just Aaron (the Weenie friend one not the Bosnia one) displayed feats of strength crossing the trestle and back hanging form only his monkey hands.
On up and over the 366 foot bridge we went until we finally came back down to the Varna bus stop.
The ensuing circle was one of the rowdiest beer throwingest circles we have had in a long time. Everyone drank multiple times even our remaining virgin, Just Katja did not shy away from multiple down-downs (and we all here heard utter those words I am definitely cumming back to the hash, right?) Two names were doled out today. Just Aaron became Swings with Monkeys. Just Francesco, the who probably grew up with all kinds of wonderful Mediterranean food had turned his nose up at the giant container of Cheesy Poofs but found himself with very orange hands by the end of the circle and the new name of Cheesy Salty Balls. We closed the circle with a fond farewell to Weenie as he is off to Qatar -- ! I think. This was truly a great virgin-hareing trail. Oh yeah we saw Weenie's Weenie -- tee-hee-hee-hee.
On-On
Hound Whore
Date: Wed, 10 Aug 2005 20:26:43 -0400
July 31, 2005 Hash, Burnt Road/FL Nat'l Forest
Hares: "Mystery Hares" and Hare's Bitch Butt Floss
Hashing: Dances With Head, Pussy Pong, Ball Wrinkle, Butt Floss, Country Cock, Staffy Puller, Cheesy Salty Balls, 3 times a weenie, Just Dio, Just Franco, Just Zoey and Just Alex, Spike and doggies Toby, Parker and Max
I turned onto Burnt Hill Road at about 3:30, certain to miss the start, but as I wound up the dirt road to the prescribed trailhead I found the above wandering around, belching, waiting, and wondering who the mystery hare would be. It was almost 4pm before we got around to Dances' chalk-less talk, and Floss appeared from having dropped off the hares and goodies somewhere else in the forest.
So off we went, first to a back -- check 15! That lead us eventually to the true, shiggy-laden trail through the woods. There was leisurely sauntering at this point rather that running as I got critiques from Floss and Franco on the new Willy Wonka movie, and eventually we came out on a road and there the ran began, this time downhill.
Several were heard to grumble (or maybe it was just BW) about the fact that this would mean an uphill at some point, but on we went and soon there was BEER!!! Virgin Just Dio had to head back to Town but Just Zoey and Just Alex bravely continued as we all went uphill, as the psychic BW predicted. This led to accusations that he was really the mystery hare, because we still hadn't figured it out . . .
After going up, around, under and all over nature for about 5 more hours, I came upon front-runners Spike and 3xA weenie where the forest road came between 2 camp areas. To one side I glanced a couple teenagers huddled on a picnic table making out, but was preoccupied with watching Toby and Parker molest a non-hashing sunbather on the other side of the road. Why was Spike just standing there? He had spotted the hares and the next beer stop! Those weren't face-sucking teenagers at all -- it was LOA and Lil' Miss Muffet, our mystery hare on visit from Colorado! They said they had been hiding in the bushes when we came to the back check (uh --huh . . . .) and just decided to skip the hills and wait for us, polishing off the beers in the meantime.
After the joyful reunion and rest it was back onto the trail for another 6 hours until we finally came to the On-In at a lean-to off the Interloken trail. We had lots of snacks and beers and down downs were awarded for lots of the usual things, many going to Lil' Miss because we missed him so. He also taught us a very tricky new hash song that we eventually got the hang of. More memorable are the things people didn't drink for -- like Cheesy running around like a caveman with a charred club and rolling on the ground like a dog in horse poo. Or PP for being Circle Dominatrix, barking out demands for others to DRINK!!! (Often we were scared enough to follow her orders). Or Lil'Miss for trying to make people drink if they'd never seen a squirrel fall out of a tree (which no one obeyed). Eventually as the sun started to sink, Country Cock and I made our way back to the cars, each of us late for home, but the circle was wrapping up then . . . just another Ithaca hash. Great trail, mystery hares! -- On --On, Staffy Puller
Date: 12005 September 23 5:30:58 EDT
IH3 # 464 - 8/14/05
Toothy Lunker and Little Oral Annie's birthday hash.
Hares - you guessed it Toothy Lunker and LOA
Location - yet another facet of Hammond Hill.
Lots of wankers in the looking glass today I see Butt Floss and 1/2 Monty and Hot Lips, JUSAD, Just Eric and Tequila Bill and Staffy Puller, and Hound Whore, and just back from (Colorado?) just in time for the on-in are Dances With Head and Pussy Pong, We also had two visitors - Beef Curtains and Hackle Cackle from Beirut - past Ithaca residents visiting family (who didn't know there was a hash when they lived here!). And, we had five, count them five virgins AH AH AH - just Lea, just Matthew, just Bob, just Amanda and just Alex.
Now lets see if I can remember anything after 5 weeks... Well, at least I wrote down all the names - no, wait Floss did that for me. Oh yeah, we met at a little trail head on Midline/Irish settlement roads. LOA ran on ahead of us to make sure we didn't miss a very important arrow. Wait a minute we actually have to run - I thought we were just here to give LOA and Toothy birthday spankings! On by LOA we went through a little stand of pines and through a field with nicely mowed trails. On down some rock terrain we went were we found our first beer stop. We are near a leg of six-mile creek and after this long hot, dry spell we have had, it actually has water in it.
Toothy warned us that from here any hashers with dogs or bad shoes/knees may want to hang back as the next beer stop would be pretty much right here too. I see why as we went spelunking up out of the gorge.
At some point after this I had a very blonde moment. We came to a check were many hashers went of in a certain direction and yelled on-on-on-on. I proceeded to bend down and mark the check with sticks on the off-chance that anyone might actually be dfl-ing anymore than I am right now. Toothy, watching me do this said "don't bother". Being the genius that I am I figured she just meant that nobody is behind anyway us and proceeded to run in that direction. I ran about 100 yards in that direction and heard "false trail". I turned back to the check to find Toothy and LOA laughing behind me- why did you go in that direction, Hound Whore? Oh THAT'S what you meant by "don't bother", Toothy!
Yeah, I got a down-down for that one.
Anyway we made our way back down the gorge to the creek, to be even more pleasantly surprised to find not just water but about a four foot deep pool. We had a nice little swim back to the beer rest. We ran back up to the hill and realized why it was so important no to miss that first arrow - here it was again. We had our on-in which got rushed towards the end as some very dark, very swirly clouds rolled in. The temperature actually dropped enough that many hashers put on long sleeves for the first time in a month. Side-sides of course were given to Toothy and LOA. Hot Lips was nice enough to rat himself out and inform us he was worthy of a side-side as well. Then, Hackle Cackle ratted her husband, Beef Curtains out as well, and we gave! him a birthday side-side.
I guess I didn't do too bad remembering some stuff.
On-On
Hound Whore
Date: 12005 September 15 11:05:11 EDT
Subject: Rehash 9/11/05: Vanishing virgins, like ZOINKS!
It was yet another beautiful hash day on Connecticut
Hill when hashers Spike, Butt Floss, Little Oral
Annie, Hound Whore, Hot Lips, Sheman, Deep Flute,
Scooby Snatch, Still Wet in Certain Places, Just Alex,
Just Amanda and virgin, Just Jeff (or as was debated,
are you sure you aren't Just Eric from our hash list?)
The pooches included Lucky, Boomer, Maxi Pad, and Just
Jeff's cutie-pie dog whose name I forget, who were
"excited" to get on trail with us or maybe I should
say with each other.
After a brief chaulk talk by HW, we set out to find
trail reaching the first check only to exclaim almost
in unison "where's Just Jeff?" We had only completed
the equivalent of a fat boy trail and he already got
scared of us and ran away? too much running and not
enough beer for him? He looked like a fit guy, so how
could we have lost a virgin already? This can't be-
so HW heads back to the start while the rest of us
continued on-on.
At the first beer check we all gather around HW as he
tells us that poor Just Jeff apparently sprained his
ankle and had to head home. We also learn that he was
made to cum by Toothy Lunker who wasn't even at the
hash that day- I don't know about the rest of you, but
if Just Jeff ever comes back to the hash (and we
certainly hope he does as soon as he is better!) there
will most definitely be a naming. I don't think a
virgin has tried this hard to get a name on the first
hash since Dances with Head or Still Wet in Certain
Places....oh wait, that was just two weeks ago...
wherever you guys are finding these virgins, keep it
up, it's really making the hash interesting lately for
the rest of us.
Anyway, on-on we go through trails and shiggy and more
shiggy, up and down, until we come to a clearing where
there is a loud humming noise and voila! Another beer
stop, right next to a large shed with towers and
electrical equipment all around. Maybe it was the
electrowaves entering our brains, or maybe the beer,
but we decide not to do the third leg of the trail and
instead sent people to go pick up the cars with Hound
Whore so the rest of us could work on the keg-
Scooby Snatch graciously accepted RA duties, and added
some very lively songs to the mix as we handed out
down-downs to dog owners, visitors, for all the usual
crimes, Deep Flute received a down-down for the most
graceful hash crash ever seen (really, if she didn't
already have a name, she would have received one then
and there), LOA received a down-down for being
overathletic that morning and winning a great new bag
to put flour in, Floss got a down-down for refusing to
get up to help hound whore set trail at 8am, and then
HW got a down-down for even SUGGESTING they set trail
at 8am. Scooby drank for admitting he had new shoes
(they looked like a pair HW and I both had in
kindergarten, but then we noticed the velcro, which
didn't exist back then) and then he did another
down-down OUT of the shoe for dramatic effect, and/or
to gross out the newer hashers who looked on with
horror.
Needless to say, there was a bit of a scare when the
keg went dry, but we were saved by some cans of old
swill. Circle ended and weenie roasting began (no not
three times a weenie, the hot dog variety) HW made a
good pasta salad and we also had spicy rice krispie
treats courtesy of Spike. All and all another fine
day of hashing!!!
PS- Update on Just Jeff: I hear from Toothy Lunker
that Just Jeff is in bad shape this week, she said
something about a torn ligament... I think she was
referring to his ankle?
The worst thing in the world is a drinking companion with a memory. :o)
Date: 12005 October 13 17:54:33 EDT
9/25/2005, in Jenksville State Forest, Newark Valley NY
Accused: Hares Dances With Head and Pussy Pong, Just JJ and Just Joy, Cocksmith, Pippi Schlongstocking, and Spike (where were the rest of you bums?!)
It was a rainy weekend until late morning on Sunday, when the Hash Gods blessed us, the clouds parted, and the sun peeked it's head out. (head, who said head?)
PP and I finished setting trail with a little time to spare, so we were lounging about when the hounds started to pull in. Complaints were lodged with the hares for lousy directions, so we waited extra long for late-cumming wankers to arrive.
After getting impatient, however, the pack went off looking for trail, the hounds went off on trail, and found a bunch of well-kept trails by following the confusing crossed-out falses: evidence of the hares getting lost while setting trail. Spike even found a mark indicating "Beer Near this way" while the pack went the other way (beer near was actually the way the pack was going). But after a series of trails and a little shiggy, the hounds came upon an authentic BN on the side of the road! I got there shortly thereafter and pulled the beer cooler out from its hiding place in the woods, and there was beer. Ahhh...
Thirsts quenched and raring to go again, the pack went off up another trail, only to find a BC10. Crap! Back past the BN, and into the woods on the other side of the road they went. Trail went up over a hill, around a couple loops, through a series of intersecting trails, and another BN! Ahhh...
With the distances trotted much farther than I'm letting on, the pack was tired and happy for a short distance from the 2nd BN to the On-In. Once there, Spike broke out his famous rice crispy treats, PP had her mountain of snacks for all who hungered, and there was beer! Down-downs commenced shortly thereafter - Dances and PP drank for being lousy hares, Early- and Late-Arriving Bastards drank, as did FRB, DFL, Cums Latelys - the whole routine.
All in all it was a day filled with great weather, nice trails all to ourselves, a respectable but modest distance run, plenty of beer and snacks for all, and a *nice* relaxed hash. Wait, did I say nice?!
Sorry the rest of you missed it!
On-on,
-Dances With Head
Date: 12005 October 13 21:04:05 EDT Subject: Rehash for hash #468
Report for Hash #468
Hare--Ballwrinkle along with dogs Puker and Poke-a-snatch (see below)
Hounds--Toothylunker, Floss, LOA, Cocksmith, Dances with Head, and PussyPong with dogs MaxiPad, Tala and Arlo
Theme of the hash--Never let BW hare alone again! Or as an alternative, never take your eyes off the hare. Why you ask. Because this hare was sneaky, which the hounds learned right off the bat when it took us at least 5 minutes to find true trail. Also we were told that this would be a short trail, which it was not. Although we did make it a little longer ourselves, which brings us to another lesson learned on this hash, never follow Dances! What were we thinking!
I am getting ahead of myself. Here is what happened. We were told from our hare that the trail would be short as he forgot to switch his GPS system from Japan time to USA time. As a result he quit laying trail an hour before he had to. After a very brief chalk talk, we were off. Or that is what we thought not once but twice. We learned right off the bat that this hare can not count. Finally we found true trail and we were off into some pretty woods. However it took us awhile to realize that the hare did not join us. This would not have been much of a problem except that we somehow ended up way behind Dances on a dirt road section. As we were trotting down the road hoping to get back into the woods the sharp eye of Floss detected flour leading up off the road. But why was Dances so far down the road ahead of us still? As we stood there puzzled Dances yells back, "I am on, I am on". Well, we assume the trail must just pop back out onto the road down there so we all run down to Dances. When we meet up we discover that Dances did not know the difference between white paint on trees from white flour on trees, so back up to the true trail we went. It was nice to be in the woods and finally at another road crossing we met up with our hare. We quickly lost him again as the rest of us trotted down a beautiful section of trail just to find a YBF. We proved to be very good hounds and continued to do all BW's long false trails. We had a little more trail sections and than off into the woods we went again. Now, thus far I was pretty impressed that a GPS trail could follow such nice open terrain. This impression soon ended as we had to clamor through a large blow down. We learned later that our hare nutted himself previously here. We finally came upon a BN and wonderful beer was consumed. I guess we were enjoying the stop too much as BW had to prod us to start moving again. Luckily it was a nice road section back to the on-in. There BW had quite the spread of goodies and we finally got a fire going.
While the numbers were low for this hash the down downs went on and on. Here is what I remember:
--hare drank
--non-dog owners Dances and PP drank
--Murky moment went to Floss and LOA
--LOA drank for being a super hare this summer, setting 5 hashes straight. BW had the bright idea that anyone who co-hared with her should drink, not remembering that this included himself. So BW, myself and Floss joined her
--BW and Dances drank for forgotten mugs
--Hash crash-myself for losing a shoe in the muck and BW for nutting himself and falling another time while setting
--BW drank for GPS'ing
--cum lately drinkers were myself, LOA, Floss and BW
--Trial kindness to Floss for carrying cocksmith across a stream
--BW, myself and cocksmith drank because those behind us noticed how BW handed off his bag of flour and pail of beer to us while we were walking up the final hill to the on-in.
--cocksmith prematurely drank for dry lips before she drank for everything else
--cocksmith did an up-up for turning 30! Now this was the most interesting up-up I have seen thanks to Floss. Hopefully pictures will follow showing what I mean. Word from Cocksmith, Floss is great with his tongue.
--BW drank for the naming of his dog Parker John who shall now be known as Poke-a-snatch. Ladies let this name be a warning to you.
Here are a few down downs that should have happened but didn't: Dances for leading the other hounds astray and Floss for putting the remainder of the hot dogs at canine level. It was reported that Poke-a-Snatch was the lucky dog to eat them.
Happy Happy On On, Toothy
Date: 12005 November 1 10:29:52 EST
Subject: Re: rehash???? #469
Oh! The Re-Hash! That wanker Floss was supposed to
write it. Who the heck suggested he do it? We all
know he never really does them. Instead, he some how
manages to sweet talk LOA into taking up the pen.....
WHAT??? Country C*ck set a Hash!??....re-Hash #469
Yes indeed! And now I must tell you about it so that
we can get d -erections to the next hash! :o)
It all started on a cold, damp, Autumn day....typical
weather for hashing in Mythaca....
Pippi and C-Smith pulled in to Chez LOA's and
unleashed their holy terror...Just Arlo....Maxi-Pads
partner in crime. After munching their way through
all of the deer nuggets in the yard...and leaving a few
o their own...the dynamic duo ran to the cars in
anticipation of new treasure hunts on trail A bit
cramped for wrestling space en-route to trail, they
amused themselves by pretending to be that famous pair
of K9s that adorn women's painted chests.....by nestling
up close to Pippi's neck and breathing heavily upon
him with their deer nugget halitosis. Ahhhhh.....what a
nice relaxing ride to the hash.....
We arrived just in time to see ET moving his truck
farther into a muddy ditch and then proceeded to park
in the same ditch. Before we had finished, Women
There? drove past us to park. Wow! haven't seen him
on trail in ages I thought to myself. Next, BW came
cruising by with Puker and Poke-A-Snatch. As we
clamored out of out dog-breath infested vehicle
Country Cock offered us a beer and a warm sitting spot
on the hood of his truck. Given that it was damp and
rainy...I took him up on the truck offer. (The beer was
a given....) As we hung around for others to show
up...who said they would just a week before ....AHEM!...we
swilled beer and talked of finer things...more beer!
The dogs, Maxi-pad, Just Arlo, Puker, Poke-A-Snatch
and Just "Oh Crap" (furry friend of Just JJ and Just
Joy. Strange name I suppose but, that's what LOA told
me it was when I asked her if she remembered it....)
were running around and having a great time pulling
stuff out of the ditch while waiting for us to get on
with it.
CHECK IT OUT! Howled our hare......and we did. Well,
most of us did. BW was still futzing around with his
Bluetooth/GPS transceiver and taping it to his head
(HEAD! WHO SAID HEAD?) gear. Boy, doesn't he look
"hot".... Almost as hot as Floss, who was wearing
Little Oral Annie's wind breaker. Apparently he
didn't bother checking to see which one he grabbed as
he dashed from the house...dumb-ass! He should drink
for that!
Trail was quite nice....and wet! Go figure...with all the
rain that we've had of late. But, as we have not been
atop Durfee Hill in quite some time, the trail was
most enjoyable. And, surprise, surprise...this Hare
knew how to count at checks when it came to a false!
BW should have been taking notes... :o)
Eventually, Pippi Schlongstocking, our FRB dujour,
came upon a marking strange to him. HR? Home Run?
What could it mean? Floss, quick to assist, quipped
"Hash Rest...Dummy! Find the BEER!" Well, that's all
Pippi needed to hear and, find the BEER he did! And,
there was pre-Halloween candy too! Or, was that
POST-Halloween candy from last year? Hmmmmmm..... Ah,
who cares! It went great with the beer!
Our thirsts momentarily quenched, we were off once
again in search of MORE BEER! So much for that
momentary quenching crap....
Off through the woods and up steep enbankments we
went. Through brush and blow-downs we clammored.
Until....another HR was spotted by Pippi. He decided
not to ask this time and began sniffing around for
that delightful nectar. Low and behold...he found it!
And, there was a large jar with it filled with some
floating bags. What could it be? Hell, if it's with
the BEER, it must be drinkable! It was! Warm tea
with whiskey!!! Hhhhhmmmm.....YUMMY! Our hare was ever
so kind to us....
On out again we staggered. So much so that Just Joy
slipped, grabbed a near by tree, and proceeded to give
us quite a show. Didn't realize that she was a
trained "pole dancer"....Hhhmmm...naming idea?
We eventually made it back to the start where we
decided to venture on down the road a piece to CC's
house and an awaiting bonfire. Of course, not before
BW drove his truck over a few fallen trees....
Circle commenced once the fire was going with ET doing
the honors while we all munched on goodies that Just
JJ and Just Joy brought for us. Hhhhmmm....fresh apple
slices dipped in caramel.... We were even joined
briefly by CC's boss...Just Amanda...and their young
yet-to-hash son, Sam who will be two years old soon!
Our hare, Country Cock, drank numerous time for his
trail and the fact that he has been promising to set
one since Spring. (Apparently he has been too busy
getting his name splattered all over the papers for
other types of trails lately......OVER ACHIEVER!!)
ET and WT drank for Cums Latelies.
WT, BW and ET drank for no mugs...I think.
Dog owners drank ... as usual.
Floss drank for some thing....but not for LOA's jacket
Others drank...but I forget why.
Then....we decided it was high time to name Just JJ and
Just Joy. It turns out that Just Joy has a little
nick-name for Just JJ....Feather Bush! Try as we may...we
couldn't get a full explanation about this. Rats!
Well, then we find out that Just Joy gets lots of
awards for her bedside manner at the hospital. Wonder
if that's where she practices that fancy dancing
stuff? With so much material to work with, we sent
our friends off...into the darkness....and away from the
fire, food and BEER. What bastards we were!
We eventually invited them back...feeling guilty and
all. And now, forever forward in Hash Circles....
Just Joy will be known as "Bedside Pole Dancer" and
Just JJ will be known as "Unidentified Feathered Orifice" (UFO)
As circle wound down...and our newly named harrierettes
put their clothes back on...so did the fire.
On our way out, we were treated to a tour of CC's
famous Straw House. What an awesome job he and Just
Amanda have done!!
On-Out,
Floss
PS: OK, now, about those di-rections to the next
Hash???? :)
--- Vanessa Bauer wrote:
I will send directions to the next hash as soon as
I read a re-hash
for the last one! How is that for incentive.
Toothy
Date: 12005 November 20 13:01:38 EST
Subject: Touched for the very first time - re-hash #470
Hash #470
Hares: Toothy Lunker, Just June, Just Amanda and Just
Alex.
Location: Shinandagin Hollow
Well I can't show my face at a hash again without
having written the last re-hash.
Touched for the very first time. That's how i thought
I would feel as an honorary virgin/ cums-way-too
lately today after having missed four hashes in a row
but who shows up to pull my ass out of that fire? None
other than Road Kill, Woman There, Phil McCrackin and
Licker Harder. Now I'm just nothing but a regular
dirty Whore (of the Hound variety). And also there
were Butt Floss (LOA was doing the nasty all by down
in Corning - an "event", that is), Cocksmith, E.T.,
Dances With Head, Just Rob, Just Bob and a very late
nearly Bobbitt like appearance by Ball Wrinkle.
A fine first haring attempt it was by all except
Toothy, of course. But of course with Toothy leading
the hareing project our virgin hares learned how to do
back-checks. And we experienced a new back check the
flowered letters YF - you're f***ed. And they didn't
even give us the courtesy of a number (at least that's
what they tell me - my DFL-ing ass never made it to
the YF). Up and around the hollow we ran. And what
better a right after Halloween to have a beer rest? A
gravesite. As we continued after our beer and
Wegman-O's some of us were very anxious, not having
seen Ball Wrinkle (ya see he had the circle beer). But
to our pleasant surprise at the on-on the Phantom ball
Wrinkle had already dropped of the beer.
At the on-in weenies were roasted, down-downs were
doled out and delicious apple crisp from Vibrator sent
with Phil was eagerly consumed. Our circle began to
move rapidly however as the sky turned a very ugly
shade of gray. And just before we could give Ball
Wrinkle a Bobbitt/ technology (GPS) on trail down-down
we all made a mad 1/4 mile dash to our cars as the
hail came down on us.
On-On
Hound Whore
Date: Fri, 23 Dec 2005 13:42:45 -0500
So it was another Sunday, and a cold one at that. I got in my car, headed out the driveway, turned around and drove back in the driveway, got the Hash Cash, which i didn't have the first time, got in my car, got out of my car, wished i was a caffeine addict, got my hash mug and some aspirin for my hangover, got back in my car, headed out the driveway, and groggily made my way to Freese Road.
And there they were... the Ithaca Hash... LOA and Floss, Pippi and Cocksmith, Dances and PP, Tequila and Staffy, Just John and Just June, oh yeah... and Phil McCrackin, all huddled together, shivering against the chilly December wind. So got out of my car and took a piss in the weeds.
After a brief chalk talk by virgin hare John and veteran assistant hare Dances, the hash was off in a generally that-a-way sort of direction. We hashed across snowy field, checked a false up a very steep hill, checked a true up a very steep hill, crossed wind stripped fields, circled around the Plantation trails and ended up climbing the muddy slopes to the back fairway of Cornell's golf course just in time for a most elegant (so i'm told, i didn't see it) hash crash by Cocksmith. I was so excited by this news i thought about taking another whizz in the bushes.
However, before i could expel any excess liquid, someone called out "Beer Neer!!" (yes, they really did spell it that way when they shouted; honest). We search the partially forested area near the tee-off, desperately hoping for some excess liquid in small cold cans. To the bafflement of Phil, it was not in the large metal basin, which looked like an old toiled and seemed the most obvious place to hide hash beer.
Curse those hares for picking the less obvious pile of leaves to hide the beer in!!
So we sipped our beer-flavoured soda pop over a brief chat about the pros and cons of television sitcoms and Just John's academic pursuits. And there's nothing wrong with academic interests in supercomputers and aerodynamics. Like no other hasher has considered throwing their computer off the top of a gorge.
So after we got all liquidated, we jogged around the horse barn and into the housing community build by Lucenti. As a matter of fact, we saw the Mediterranean-style archway house of Lucenti himself, right before we saw the ugly multifamily dwellings build by some other schmuck with no taste. Hey... i'll choose gaudy Long Island Italian villa over stoic windowless grey box any day, but i digress.
The trail led to this dirt road which didn't really go any where, but there was beer at the end of it, so we were happy. At this point i took a piss somewhere in the bushes near a creek. It's all a little foggy right now, but that might be the cough syrup talking.
Well... after all this, some people felt that they had to abandon the hash to get back to their mundane lives. So a few people ran ahead. The rest of us explored another snowy wind-swept field, wondering where the hell Cocksmith's dog had run off to this time. That darn mutt!! Never around when you need to blame a fart on someone else!
Eventually we found trail through the woods and right up to the edge of Fall Creek Gorge, where we got a wonderful view of Fall Creek Gorge. No really... did you think i was going to name some other gorge?
Then we made it back to the On In, where there was much merriment and a great deal of shivering as the sun got swallowed up by the darkness. Prizes were awarded, beer was consumed, and Dances messed up a few hash lyrics. You know, the usual. Then there was something about oral sex and dancing around a camp fire, but that might have been after the hypothermic shock set in.
Anyway, fun was had by all.
And until next time...
Spike