Date: Nov. 19, 2000

Run No: 1149

Hares: Ass Grabber, Heartache

Stinky, Rain Bitch, BareAssBurn, Boner, and I left the ON ONON at about 10pm and went to MAI's for spring rolls, and wonderful hot 'n sour soup. Stinky even picked up the check!! What a guy! 

The night ended about 1:00 am when we all broke into Hooter's house, stripped down naked, and all jumped in the tub and gave Hooter a bath! You would've hated it!

PS: Did I mention it was a 95% shiggy run ...the weather was perfect....and we had dark beer?

And you forgot to mention P.P.'s intimate meeting with the clothes line which damn near removed his head from the snout up. I think there should be a yearly award for best injury incurred during a hash run (or on home, or on on on).

The other funny thing yesterday was Lube Job: 1) He almost got decapitated after I stood there and yelled (like he couldn't hear me!) at the pack to watch the clothesline, 2) The kids telling the FRB's to go the wrong way, Lube Job being one of them, and 3) the FRB's (Lube Job included) running a1/4 mile past the past the ON HOME and past Ass Grabber sitting on a cooler of Beer.

Hey Roller, get well soon! You didn't miss anything!

>Ass Grabber laid a great trail! The start was Sunny and 55 degrees perfect.

>It was a 95% shiggy run. AG even got Mr. Happy to help him carry flour.

You don't know the half of it! At one point, after we were supposed to pick up flour, but he had got ahead after taking another route to lay a long false, I had 5 pounds in a fanny pack, 10 pounds in a back pack and 5 pounds in my shaker jug.... and almost ran into Dickhead ranging up Veterans Memorial. Then I crossed Veterans and ran into the old guy with the dog, who held me up for over 5 minutes with his whining. Every time I started to move, his friggin' dog went for my ankles.....Then I finally got on my way and had to sprint across that big open field, with the pack already at Veterans. I got through the woods and found Ass Grabber standing on the bayou with one empty five pound bag.....started to distribute the flour, and heard the damn FRB's about 20 feet away at the check on the pipeline right of way. We had been talking and they said "do you hear the hares? they must be that way!........"Yikes: right on our ass, open bayou in every direction....Yeah: we hauled ass, but had those FRB's right on us the whole way to the end......but I did get to pass one bag of flour to 'Grabba....

BTW: We ended in one of those typical abandoned project streets where the whole world comes to dump their refuse....As good hashers, we picked up all our shit and packed it out, making an impressive dent on the ecological morass.

However, we did note that Finger Fuck must be one of those trash dumpers... as she had tossed her big bag of old Hash T-shirts........I guess after she found that no one wanted her second-hand intimate apparel, she could not be bothered to take it with her?....Anyway, Finger Fuck: too bad! We picked it up and will force it back on you next time! And give you a "trasher of the week" downdown!

What a hash Sunday. I was among the FRBs. We built a fire at the on on. The nakedness at my house later was memorable. I'm clean now.