Hippie Hash

Hash trash  for 2014-11-16: The Hippie Hash

Hares: Queer and Foaming in My Anus & Blondie McFucksalot

Who was there: Can't Eat Pussy, Poophole Loophole, Gaywol, Clitnotes, No Man on the Moon, Mudslut, Friar Fuck, Stuff That Reich Now, Pop Cum Ear I'm Infected, The Buttler Hit It, Easy at 123, Goat Throat, Black Cock Down, Just Simone, Virgin Catherine, Just Tavish, Just Lisa, Orgasm Famine, Necrophiliac Jack, Just Brian, Sex the Final Frontier, Just Jeff.

Alright, so, there was a hash on Sunday, as is our custom. Some things happened, like...

We started at Swillo which, as you know, is in Allston. This is important for later in the story.

Our brand-spanking-new Religious Advisor Clit Notes went around the circle at prelube and we all had to give out some good vibes, man. The consensus was that we're all very pretty.

And then we're off! And we ran for a while around Allston. And there was a shot check! And there was much rejoicing.

Continuing on, there was a beer check relatively close by, just, you know, without any beer. Note to future bag cars: please, make no assumptions about the location of various landmarks around the city. Just because it's called Harvard Stadium, does not mean it is in Harvard Square. Remember: we were in Allston. So we climbed trees and waited. And then we drank. And there was much rejoicing.

Moving along, we did our best November Project impression and ran into and up Harvard Stadium, in Allston. And there was a second shot check at the top! And there was some rejoicing, but we were kinda tired from running up the stairs.

As we left, there was a song check that was craftily converted by a some unknown FRB into a passable tit check. And there was much rejoicing.

All right, over the river and into Our Fair City. Run around until beer check número two at Magazine Beach, again, waiting for the bag car. Bag car arrives, as does the RA-for-life, Krusty the Meat Miser! But we were a little too cold to rejoice very much. And so, we move on.

We sang Jesus Saves outside a church, but then a car almost murdered us all on the sidewalk, so we stopped.

Bimbos and wankers, the rest of my notes look like this: 

Shot Check

Shot Check

Shot Check

I'm not even kidding. That's a lot of spiked green tea.

So then we get to to Harvard Square, and the on-in is upstairs at the Garage, Crazy Dough's. And some people were like, whaaaat? But we scared away the muggles pretty quickly, and it was fine. Except I'm not sure our African-American waitstaff understood the racism joke. There were some uncomfortableness.

Anyway, Crazy Dough's was great, good pizza, cheap pitchers. Uh, I didn't write anything down, so, let's see, the Virgin and Just Simone were accused of wearing American camouflage, FRB was probably CEP, FBI was probably Famine, and DFL was, let's say, E= I'm a Douche, why not. 

There's a ball buster before Sadie this Saturday, I still need to figure it out. I think it'll start downtown somewhere. Probably Beantown Pub. I'll let you know.

Peace, love, and understanding,

Necrophiliac Jack