DOWNTOWN DOWN DOWNS

Run 1236

June 9, 2002

Hares: Tonka Fuck and Yeastie Boy

Venue: Downtown

The pack met at 3:30 near Houston Avenue and Memorial Drive. Earlier that day, a torrential rain potentially destroyed most of the trail, so the hares opted for standing at strategic points on the trail to direct the hounds. The rain also allowed CUMMI BEAR and HERSHEY HIGHWAY, our new Hash Cashes, to sell quite a few rain ponchos.

The trail was probably a really good trail, given what we did see of the trail. From the start it went north to Washington, then back south to the bridge that goes over Memorial at Sawyer Street (I think). Then trail went to Buffalo Bayou, and in and around downtown. It ultimately ended in the parking lot behind Spaghetti Warehouse. However, I lost trail somewhere in Sam Houston Park, and STINKY and I made an educated guess that it would end at The Flying Saucer, so we started heading that way. Luckily, STOP N BLOW and WILL HE PETER rode by on their bikes, and told us where the true end was, so we ran to the end from there.

PIPES conducted his first circle as the new RA, so most of this write up will be about the circle, since trail was washed away (sorry about that, hares).

Visitors: HIGH MAINTENANCE, ex-Houston H3, now from NOH3, THE DORK, and somebody from Nigeria who doesn't have a name yet, and I can't read my handwriting to see what I wrote.

New Boots: Katie, brought by SWALLOW; Belinda, brought by WAX ON, WAX OFF.

Birthdays: STINKY, STUCK ON THE BONE, IS IT IN, TONKA FUCK, and BARBIE.

At this point, PIPES brought out a box, and called his spouse, PUMP ME, into the circle. He then pulls out this toilet that PUMP ME had broken at their home the other day. I don't know the particulars, but then again, I don't want to know how she could break a whole toilet. PIPES put a few bags of ice in the toilet, and escorted his wife to the toilet to sit on. Luckily, PUMP ME had a scarf that she used as a barrier between her and the toilet. I then accuse PUMP ME of breaking MY toilet at the Friday night happy hour at our house, since she left in such a hurry right about the time the toilet broke. Some people just have a knack for these sort of things…

Reboots: DICK THE BOY WONDER, DONUT HOLER, BRAD, SCUD, STUCK ON THE BONE, PUKE, THE WORM THAT TURNS, and THE DORK could come up with no good excuse of why we haven't seen them in a while, so they were forced (ha!) to do a down down.

DIDDLEY accused HOOTER BILL of something, causing HOOTER BILL to take PUMP ME's place on the ice. HOOTER sitting on a toilet is not a pretty picture. At some point, SMALL JOHNSON's rotating toothbrush got stuck in HOOTER's butt crack, at which point SMALL JOHNSON should have just given his toothbrush to HOOTER.

I accused GROUP SEX, AKA JOE, and Christopher of leaving stuff at my house from the happy hour Friday night, and they drank for it.

Autohashers: KY BITCH, FRENCH DRIP, TOOLBOX, CUMS HAPPILY, and PUMP ME missed out on the beautiful non-trail that we did, and drank for it.

Surprisingly, HALFMOON and WILL HE PETER didn't get into bitch slapping each other once! Go figure…

There were also a bunch of lame accusations that aren't worth the ink to write about.

Write up by

RAIN BITCH

DOWN DOWN

Sung to the song, Downtown, by Petula Clark

By Whiff and Moon, Pittsburgh H3

When you don't care

If there's beer in your hair,

You know that you have done,

a Down Down!

So much fun that

You keep on wearing your hat,

And do another one --

Down Down!

It may be Miller Lite,

St. Arnold's or a Porter.

Just don't take all night

`Cause our attention span gets shorter…

After a few.

So wait till we give you the sign,

`Cause you can't raise your glass

Till we finish our rhyme.

And then -- Down Down!

Here in the circle where --

Down Down!

You can't come up for air!

Down Down!

If you do, then you must wear your

Down Down!

Down Down!

Down Down!