Hares: Harlot Globe Fondler, Anal Disco
Hare Erasmus: Anal Beeds
Bag Car: Tragic Carpet Ride and ALL the Cocks
RA: Blubber Fucker
Pack: A lot.
Visitors: Wang Chunks, Just from Burma, Ass Gagger
Virgins: One was good at math, one was Jewish, most were single
Start: Bean Town Pub
There was a vigorous debate while we were waiting about the
price scale of the beers; $5 would get a Bud Light or a Highlife, and $6 would
get you any number of actual good beers. One side wanted beer; the other side
wanted good beer. Both got beer, so everyone was happy. After annoying all of
the wait staff, and most of the customers, we eventually left to circle up in
the Common.
Circle:
Attracted any number of passers by, tourists, and general
curiousity at the group of people gathered in trash bags and white tea-shirts,
and we went over marks that were actually seen on trail! (Except for the CB?)
The virgins were introduced, and our RA admitted that he had been pre-gaming so
we learned their names, their
relationship status, and their religion. After introducing them to the pack and
the marks, we took off.
Trail: Part Rational break up:
The first part of trail took us out of the common and down
through down town crossing before cutting through the maze of streets that is
Boston to a shot check near the site of the Boston Massacre. We drank tequila in
honor of all the Mexicans who died for our independence. Also, there was a tit
check. Trail continued through Phanuel hall with a song check that competed
with some street performers and then through (actually under it) the building
itself, and out into the greenway. Did trail go through the fountains? Maybe.
Probably. The hash did. We like to get wet. Note: This scribe ran through
fountains with a kilt for the first time…it was a suprising? Refreshing?
Hashman like? Experince. Trail then went to the North End, where it would say
for the rest of the hash. Winding past tourests, and maybe some locals, we
enventually found beer on this hopeless trail at a play ground.
Beer Glitter Check #1:
Was there beer? Yes, but no one cared. The beer was dosed in
glitter and so too, soon, was the pack. The problem with Bouys holding shakers
of glitter over his head and shaking them on people is that those long arms are
pretty high up there, and there is a significant dispersal pattern. Pretty much
everyone was glitter bombed. Our esteemed visitors showed up late, having not
run at all (I’m told this is called “Wanging” a trail). We left. Looking for
more beer.
Trail: Dirty mess:
The second part of trail wound around the north end more. I
honestly had no idea there was enough real-estitate to in the North End support
more than just hashing through. If I recall there were two shot checks? Maybe
one. No one cares. There was a song check on the tourist street with all the
restaruants and we song days of the week. It’s mostly a clean song, and we
mostly didn’t offend anyone. Trail turned towards the water and our beer senses
were tingled.
Beer Slip and slide check:
No one wants to be a hot mess for too long, so the hares
supplied us with a gaint slip and slide on which to wash off our shame. Or
maybe we were washing on the shame. Either way, we slipped and we slid, and we
drank. We might have even danced.
Trail Part Straight on to beer:
The hares left the slip and slide with one piece of chalk
between them. Luckily, they knew how to draw true trails, and we knew where we
were going. Straight out of the north end, back across the greenway, and to,
wait for it…the HONG KONG!!
Circle:
Pack eventually all filtered in, with a good amount of sweat
test failures, autowankers, and general wankers picked up on trail, and up the
second floor of the HK where we were treated to the dietary staples of the hot
mess: Ramen and PBR (actually coors light). No Ben and Jerries? Fuck no! This
is the hash!
Circle was actually quite short. We called in the FRBs –
Sweedish and Snapp Off, and the DFLs, Pat My Fly and Yankee Pay $5, and made
them drink for either r*nning too fast or not r*nning at all. We called in the
virgins – 4 of them! 3 of them are (were?) single, and gnome found on trail. Of
the virgins one would get off on a bus
of nuns, another help their uncle jack
off a horse, the third humped Anal Beads and the fourth actually
knew what the square root of 69 was! This was astonishing, so we quickly
had to get them drunk. We did. They are justs now, I think. We then called in
the vistors – Wang Chunks, Ass Gagger and Just from Burma, sang them the wrong
song, then the right song, then sang about great big swinging tits! Newly
kilted hashers were called in, and it was accussed that they might be skirts,
not manly kilts. My laywer requires that I apologize to everyone who accused
me, as they were shown the error of their ways. We drank. It was fun.
We swang low because no body was paying attention anyway.
On – why is my keyboard covered in glitter – on
-Wikipedophilia
Annoucments:
Pink Taco on Monday
Yankee and CPA on Wednesday
Ball Busters before FREE BEER at the Cookout (August 24th)
PooF this weekend (not actually announced)
PEARL NECKLACE, September 28, REGO WILL BE UP SOON!!
Hare Erasmus: Anal Beeds
Bag Car: Tragic Carpet Ride and ALL the Cocks
RA: Blubber Fucker
Pack: A lot.
Visitors: Wang Chunks, Just from Burma, Ass Gagger
Virgins: One was good at math, one was Jewish, most were single
Start: Bean Town Pub
There was a vigorous debate while we were waiting about the
price scale of the beers; $5 would get a Bud Light or a Highlife, and $6 would
get you any number of actual good beers. One side wanted beer; the other side
wanted good beer. Both got beer, so everyone was happy. After annoying all of
the wait staff, and most of the customers, we eventually left to circle up in
the Common.
Circle:
Attracted any number of passers by, tourists, and general
curiousity at the group of people gathered in trash bags and white tea-shirts,
and we went over marks that were actually seen on trail! (Except for the CB?)
The virgins were introduced, and our RA admitted that he had been pre-gaming so
we learned their names, their
relationship status, and their religion. After introducing them to the pack and
the marks, we took off.
Trail: Part Rational break up:
The first part of trail took us out of the common and down
through down town crossing before cutting through the maze of streets that is
Boston to a shot check near the site of the Boston Massacre. We drank tequila in
honor of all the Mexicans who died for our independence. Also, there was a tit
check. Trail continued through Phanuel hall with a song check that competed
with some street performers and then through (actually under it) the building
itself, and out into the greenway. Did trail go through the fountains? Maybe.
Probably. The hash did. We like to get wet. Note: This scribe ran through
fountains with a kilt for the first time…it was a suprising? Refreshing?
Hashman like? Experince. Trail then went to the North End, where it would say
for the rest of the hash. Winding past tourests, and maybe some locals, we
enventually found beer on this hopeless trail at a play ground.
Beer Glitter Check #1:
Was there beer? Yes, but no one cared. The beer was dosed in
glitter and so too, soon, was the pack. The problem with Bouys holding shakers
of glitter over his head and shaking them on people is that those long arms are
pretty high up there, and there is a significant dispersal pattern. Pretty much
everyone was glitter bombed. Our esteemed visitors showed up late, having not
run at all (I’m told this is called “Wanging” a trail). We left. Looking for
more beer.
Trail: Dirty mess:
The second part of trail wound around the north end more. I
honestly had no idea there was enough real-estitate to in the North End support
more than just hashing through. If I recall there were two shot checks? Maybe
one. No one cares. There was a song check on the tourist street with all the
restaruants and we song days of the week. It’s mostly a clean song, and we
mostly didn’t offend anyone. Trail turned towards the water and our beer senses
were tingled.
Beer Slip and slide check:
No one wants to be a hot mess for too long, so the hares
supplied us with a gaint slip and slide on which to wash off our shame. Or
maybe we were washing on the shame. Either way, we slipped and we slid, and we
drank. We might have even danced.
Trail Part Straight on to beer:
The hares left the slip and slide with one piece of chalk
between them. Luckily, they knew how to draw true trails, and we knew where we
were going. Straight out of the north end, back across the greenway, and to,
wait for it…the HONG KONG!!
Circle:
Pack eventually all filtered in, with a good amount of sweat
test failures, autowankers, and general wankers picked up on trail, and up the
second floor of the HK where we were treated to the dietary staples of the hot
mess: Ramen and PBR (actually coors light). No Ben and Jerries? Fuck no! This
is the hash!
Circle was actually quite short. We called in the FRBs –
Sweedish and Snapp Off, and the DFLs, Pat My Fly and Yankee Pay $5, and made
them drink for either r*nning too fast or not r*nning at all. We called in the
virgins – 4 of them! 3 of them are (were?) single, and gnome found on trail. Of
the virgins one would get off on a bus
of nuns, another help their uncle jack
off a horse, the third humped Anal Beads and the fourth actually
knew what the square root of 69 was! This was astonishing, so we quickly
had to get them drunk. We did. They are justs now, I think. We then called in
the vistors – Wang Chunks, Ass Gagger and Just from Burma, sang them the wrong
song, then the right song, then sang about great big swinging tits! Newly
kilted hashers were called in, and it was accussed that they might be skirts,
not manly kilts. My laywer requires that I apologize to everyone who accused
me, as they were shown the error of their ways. We drank. It was fun.
We swang low because no body was paying attention anyway.
On – why is my keyboard covered in glitter – on
-Wikipedophilia
Annoucments:
Pink Taco on Monday
Yankee and CPA on Wednesday
Ball Busters before FREE BEER at the Cookout (August 24th)
PooF this weekend (not actually announced)
PEARL NECKLACE, September 28, REGO WILL BE UP SOON!!
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