What: Palete Cleanser Hasher
Where: Pub 99, Charlestown
Who: Dry Hose and Chunderelli
Pack: There weren’t any visitors and not too many justs so
lets see if I can remember all them; Brown vs Board of Fornication, Pop Cum Ear
Im Enfected, The Butler Hit It, +2 Coonass, Justine Beiber, Just Katie?, Twat
My Mom, Sketchy Ho, Udder Whore, Whore’s Box, Shits and Ladders, Five Inch
Penalty, 3 Ring Cervix, Phish sticks, Just Who Was At the Gas Station, Just
Andy?, Just Ruth, Virgin someone, yeah, I failed.
Chalk talk:
Was held with a borrowed cranium lamp from one of the justs.
Trail Surprisingly Few Hills:
When chalk talk ended with “The first mark is somewhere, go
find trail” things were off to an ominous start. We scouted in all directions
around the parking lot but found no marks. Not wanting to get frustrated, I
decided to just run the block around the parking lot because the marks had to
come out somewhere…right? Right? Right. They did, on the otherside of some road
(G knows how they got there), and then we ran up a hill to a contentious song
check; contentious in there people wanted to sing different songs, but
eventually everyone was caught up and we just went to go find trail. I did some
bad zenning. I should clarifiy, I did a lot of bad zenning and didn’t see pack
until we briefly passed at the back side of the Bunker Hill Monument. I was not
on trail. So, things happened and shots that were not M&M shots happened.
We found trail to a tit check then trail went down hill and crossed a bussey
road under a big bridge during which I stared a driver into submission; never
step on these baby blues! We crossed into the “waterfront development area”
whatever it’s called and ran past a good dozen or so dogs out for walks until
eventually we found a BN an BC overlooking the harbor.
BC No Snow:
People remembered this beer check from the past. People
remembered it being cold. People remember Krusty posing in underwear. Peoples
memories were not helpful. Brown provided some delicious apples and pack was
treated to those rarest and most refined alcoholic delights; warm PBR.
Eventually, after giving Dry Hose some really bad best man speech prep, the
hares were gay and we debated how to improve our PBRs; our solution was to
drink them.
Trail Essentially a circle jerk, but also bad zenning:
From the beer check I very aggressively checked the wrong
way, then was very confused when two flashing cranium lamps were coming quickly
at me – but not responding to calls of RU? – until I realized they were on
bikes and pack was running away from me. I caught them at a song check, from
which trail continued around a very confused security guard. We then all
followed phish sticks through “Boston shiggy’ (wet grass) and back out to the
main road. Someone called on back towards the “big bridge road” in the previous
section so that didn’t make any sense, so I kept running back towards the dog
park, but not seeing any marks. I saw pack out of the corner of my eye so I
kept going, but still didn’t see any marks. Udder ran up to me and asked if I
was on – I hadn’t seen a mark in ages, but I was going to go scout under the
bridge and I found a true trail pointing through more Boston Shiggy (wet grass)
to a song check, where I regathered a very spread out pack – and walkers – with
“as I came home on Monday night…” From there trail went across the locks – past
the musical things and turned under the bridge. Shits, Butler and other front
runners rain past the shot check and only returned when they ran out of marks.
Trail went left from the shot check through the Garden, then around a tasty
burger to another song check leading into the west end. There was a check back
down a parking ramp and trail continued across storrow to another shot check at
the base of the Lechemere Viaduct. Trail continued alongside the viaduct and
turn in towards North Point Park. We started discussing the ineventiability of
the dog park, though some more stuburn amoung us insisted that it would be
behind the north point condos. The check at the base of the footbridge removed
all doubts – we were OnOn to the dog park, until unexpectididly we saw a BN on
the middle of the bridge (were the tit and dick checks normally are), and ONIN
marked at the base (though no sign of hares or beer…) The beers, bags, food and
hares showed up (they were humping supplies in from bag car and we had a quick
pre-circle feed.
CIRCLE-
I missed some of the comments for reasons and TL:DRd them to
“You should’ve used more flour and chalk” the hares sang us something – I want
to say El Camino, but I actually know it wasn’t that. FRB – 5 Inch and FBI –
UDDER WHORE were called in, Udder Whore who said in the prelube “I used to
think a < 30 5k was a good goal, but now I’m running 8:30 5ks as part of my
tris, I’d love to run one to find out my real pace” – anyway, they were called
in and we made them drink, then the DFLs – Luva Lamp and Just John (who were
just standing in circle) were made to drink too. We quickly called Brown in
since she was the only visitor, then we called in the virgin, and Udder
demented her. A few things of note; when asked what her favourite barnyard
animal sounded like when it came she responded “a group of them, like they’re
running a train?” we were shocked, filed that away for later and said “no, just
one.” She then poured beer all over herself. She’s not worthy, but we’ll take
her. Circle was then opened up to accusations; all the same shirts (red shirts)
drank because they were about to die. Racist attire was also called in, as were
sweat test failures – Topless Barbie. Topless Barbie was called in again, but
didn’t have any beer, to which Luva Lamp replied “I don’t have any either” so
they both were accused of not having beer and made to ass to ass, bend over and
hold hands between their legs while we sang them a short song. We sang them “Nacy
Brown” Topless survived but Luva collapsed and laid curled up in circle for the
next few accusations, which I forgot. There were a few attempts to end circle,
but we had plenty of beer so we kept going. Eventually it was Dry Hose and
Butler yelling at each other. Oh yeah, some “local residences who live under
the bridge” yelled at us for “singing under the bridge” and we gave them beers.
They had returned and were yelling at us to move along so we swang low. See
announcements below.
On – under bridges – On
-Wiki
Announcements:
Friday 9/28: Ginger Take Over Moon Trail, 6:45HST, $5,
Paddys Launch 260 Walden St, Cambridge (Closest T stop: Porter)
Wednesday 10/3: Dot Ave Tavern Trail, $15, Dot Ave Tavern,
840 Dorcehster Ave, Boston (Closes T stop: JFK/UMass)
Saturday 10/13: BOSTON AGM – Details to come.
Sunday 10/14: AGM FATBOY – Details to come.
November 11/3: SADIE HAWKINS 70s DANCE CLUB !!! Find a Taco
and get a pin!
November 11/9-12: IT’S ALWAYS HASHY IN PHILLADELPHIA ->
Have you heard of travel hashing? Want to rage in some sketchy hotel in a
distant city, or maybe rage in an even sketchier hash pad? There’s a night club
down there giving us a free room for the night depending on how many people
sign up. There’ll be prizes for the best repped kennel! Rego here:
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