What: In da panties day #9
Who: Nice Tits, Clit Notes, THE 2nd Cumming
(Twat My Mom as Bag Car)
Where: Saco’s Flatbread bowling
Pack:
Just transplant from Maine, Just Ginger, Bloody Slipinside,
Udder Whore, Anal Disco, Papa Johnson, High Anus, Pat My Fly, Yankee Pay $5
More, Friar Fuck, Orgasmn Falmon, Willy Wonka and the Backdoor Factory,
Blowbot, Just Jeff, Blondie McFucksAlot, Queer and Foaming in my Anus,
Wikipedophilia, Easy as 123, Bum Fucking Vagabond, Necrophiliac Jack,
Vaganacologist, Gaywol, Whack A Hole, Probably Others.
Start:
I got there shortly before pack away was called, but finally
was given possession of a beautiful hot-pink tech shirt from Harlot (via
Udder). After “sipping” random hashers beers (because I didn’t have enough time
to buy my own), pack away was called and the bag car instructed us to shove our
bags into the back seat of his car through the open windows. Challenge
accepted, we moved down the street to have circle.
Circle:
Was a bit of a spectical as bloody tried to get us to say
“whose panties we wanted to take off” but apparently that was too weird for the hash so we changed it to “whose panties
do you like the most” I vaguely recally Blonde winning this contest, though
Bloody’s tickle me boxers were a big hit too.
Trail, no, wait it’s a false, no, wait it’s a check back…#1:
Starting from the parking lot we ran across some road then
between the starbucks and chipotele onto Elm(?) street (I don’t live
there…yet…so give me a pass on names), and ran immiediately into our first
Panty Swap check in front of the Amsterdamn Falafel place. I swapped my granny
panties for some blue things that were so small I nearly got a paper cut
putting them on, but, of course, the main attraction was watching all the
moggles cheer (or jeer) us on, or walk past with dismissive, pretentious and
I’ll call it straight up jealousy looks. From there trail rightish and around a
block around Davis, through a parking lot and then coming to a check before
turning I’ll call it north back towards the VFW post at the end of Davis. At
the check, I decided to mark which way trail was the the W/arrow and some kids
yelled at me for “drawing a W” on their street. Kidz these days have no respect
for semi-adult alcoholics running around in underwear! After ignoring the
terroritially challenged youth, we came upon a panty swap infront of a somewhat
nice looking restaurant, and after running out a long YBF (or was it a check
back, I zenned over a block and found pack again), trail turned towards the
bike path. ”Knowing” that trail couldn’t head back towards Davis, we found
trail heading down the path and turning off roughly towards powder house. At
the end of a very long false, we found just jeff yelling onon, while standing
on a YBF. He seemed very proud of himself. Not wanting to retrace our steps any
more than nessarcy, BFV and I followed High Anus (always a bad idea) parallel
to the bike path back to Davis waiting for trail to come back out. Watching
pack turn through Davis and run on the other side of the street from where
trail was marked originally, I stayed back and waited until something useful
(check, beer near, etc) was called, but eventually saw, and heard another check
back ring out through the pack as they turned and ran back towards me. Trail
ran a block behind Davis again before crossing over to the bike path towards
Alewife. We checked behind the iron mimes and turned a block before crossing
back over the path via a tit check to a beer near to Shorn Scrotums house!
BC Shorn:
Not only was this a beer check, it was a good beer beer
check! Yes, there was PBR but there was also plenty of Whale Tale (I just got
that joke as I typed it) and some Founders in the coolers as well. We milled
about and wonder about how well layed that trail was, since total distance was
about 100 yards from the start, but we somehow ended up closer to two miles,
with trail coming dangerously close to overlapping itself multiple times! The
hares left and we followed, though there was some confusion in the difference
between a recycling bin a Twats feet.
Trail Not as Many Check Backs:
After a nice yog through some cool open-air condo complex
(and a weird stare by one the residents) trail turned up a hill to head vaguely
towards Teele Square. As I was running along, I was on plus two or three, I
noticed a really steep hill to my left and, since I was FRB, decided that
nothing would be lost by scouting up it; worst case scenario I’ll catch up to
pack on Holland street. Best case scenario, I find evidence of a check back
because chalk marks appeared out of no where on the other side of the hill.
Yelling OnOn and seeing the pack follow me (did anyone run out that check
back?), we quickly got to Teele Square and a panty swap outside the fire
station. Somehow from there I checked a two and out, then ran up an unmarked
hill before running back and finding pack had disappeared. I followed distant
whistles until I caught up to Udder strolling up a hill and walked with her to
the summit where I could hear the Bear Near be called out and we ran down the
hill to the beer. Somehow I went from FRB to panty check to DFL to beer?
Whatever.
BC Cums Off:
(Note: Is that his name? Cums off with his thumbs off?
Opposable Dumbs?) Whatever.
More whale tale and PBR and water. Apparently God (G, Allah,
Gnesh, of whoever RAs callude with to get good weather), prefers Krusty’s blow
jobs to Bloodys as it started to drizzle as we were drinking, though the
majority of the storm passed us by. Bloody says it was because he didn’t play
with the balls. Though the Deitiy must’ve finished anyway because the shower
didn’t last long, once we all were wet we moussed on out, and back up hill
towards Tufts and the final leg of trail.
Trail Tight-Rope:
Trail
was marked in white up the other side of the hill that we ran down, which
explains why I didn’t see any marks on Broadway. After cresting the hill and
turning lets call it right, we sprinted out into the Tufts campus, where we
were immediately waylaid by a Turkey/Eagle. Feeling adventurous, I chose the
eagle, which was nothing more than circumnavigating the tennis courts on a
two-foot-wide parapet about 10 or more feet off the ground, which required us
(HA, Easy, Mommy and I) to slowly walk around while pack disappeared into the
distance. Apparently the FRBing eagles had run
on the ledge but fuck that, I quiet enjoy living. Eventually we caught up, and
passed the walkers before catching up to the tail of pack as we got to the
On-In at Squirrel’s house.
ONIN:
Squirrel (I think that’s his name, he’s a burner/Disco
Jockey’s friend), was on grill duty and was already hard at work. There were
chips and PBR aplenty and as soon as the walkers arrived, Bloody started up
circle.
CIRCLE:
It took a while for things to get going – and the hares was
pretty lack luster – but the hares sang drink a little bit, fuck a little bit
and that got the crowd going. After the requisite you should’ve used more flour
and chalk, the hares were dismissed and a cry went out for virgins but there
were none! Come on guys, some In Da Panties virgins have gone on to do great
things, others have been 2nd. None the less we called in In Da
Panties virgins and made them drink, perhaps there will be greatness in them
too. After than came in Transplants – the Just from Maine, we asked her one
simple question; did she tell her friends she was leaving? Yes! Great! We’ll
take her. She then sang us some 311 (maybe) song and we decided we needed to
invite her to karoeke. We accused anyone who didn’t wear panties or who
ended trail wearing the same panties they started with. They were stupid maybe?
We then accused late comers, and Oink Oink drank, as did all the former GMs,
followed by racist attire and Oink Oink and the formers drank again. Then plans
had been laid and preparations made and the person who laid all the check backs
and false was called into circle. For some strange reason, those who ran them
out volunteered to join circle, and we
will see their foolishness in the next sentence. The rest of the hares joined
second and the FRBs and we asked for a note. Of all the notes to choose, we
chose Old McDonald. Let me tell you he has a large farm; cows, dogs, snakes,
some animal I didn’t know, maybe others. As we were signing our foolish targets
began stripping – 2nd I believe was butt naked. Old McDonald has an
inland sea on his farm with some sharks in it, so we all started “Swimming”
around our prey, then “WHALE” was called out and we all stepped back and blew
our spouts of beer at the hares and the FRBs. Circle was beginning to fall
apart, but there was more beer so we rallied with July birthdays. As we stood
around waiting to wish our October fuck trophies a happy birthday (I did the math
right) Twat suggested we do a spank tunnel, to which Bloody replied, “What’s a
spank tunnel?” Any doubts as to how this night would end were erased and we
formed up, legs spread, in a semi circle and forced Blondie, Second, Bloody and
some other people, on their hand and knees as they crawled through 40-some-odd
pairs of slapping hands. Bloody attempted to buck all of us off him, and some
survived more than others, eventually we re-circled and wished them a million
years filled with a billion beers. Circle, having been physically destroyed by
the spank tunnel was beginning to actively fall apart, so we swang low.
On – 1 year until In Da Panties 2016 – On
-Wikipedophilia
Announcments:
MOON TRAIL TONIGHT: Christophers, 1930 Mass. Ave, Cambridge,
MA.
(Right across from the Porter Square T Stop). Hash Cash $5,
Hares are Dry Hose and Luva Lamp
Next Wednesday: Hashing of the Bulls! Naco Taco,
July 10/11/12: Burlington Invihash, sign up! www.burlingtonhash.com
July 17th: 1st (ever?) Pink Taco
Menstrual Cycle – It’s a BASH! Starts at Slumbrew brew tent in Assembly. Bring
your bike (open to burritos with bag car passes)
July 31st: The second (blue) moon trail of the
month. Starting at Mirircle of Science! $5, Luarance my Labia and Bum Fucking
Vagabond.
August 14,15,16 – GAP Weekend! Sign up www.413h3.com
September 27th: NERD (the official one) I think
the rego’s on the Northboro H3 facebook group?
October 3rd: AGM! Sign up for Mismanagment
Positions. It’s fun, I promise!
Novemember: Sadie Hawkins!
December: Antibuffet!
Feburary: Moon away!
April 15,16,16: Marathon Weekend!
May: NURD (the unofficial one)
July: IN DA PANTIES 10!!!
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