The
Return of Mastor Gator!
Hare:
Master Gator*
Bag
Car: Marblelous Asshole
Pack:
Dribbles, Fireball, Wikipedophila, Shart of Darkness, Sketcy Ho, Popo Peepshow,
Spunk in the Trunk, Blonde, Fellowship of the cockring, Qater Mile Queer,
Chunderlli Chunderelle, Knuckle, O’boner, Mechanics, Shits, Noman, The Buttler
hit it, Barbie, Twat my mom, Goes down on Buoys, Jiggly Tits, For the love of
god, Disco, Easy as 123, others I’m forgetting
Prelube:
Pack
arrived on time at Harry’s and had a few drinks and snacks. Chicken wangs were
a popular choice. Master Gator was welcomed back after a long hash absence. The
hare left on time and everyone saw him make the first check outside of the bar.
Eventually 6.9 was called and we left to find bag car and chalk talk.
Chalk
Talk:
No
Justs! No Virgins! Shart was missing on a “work call” and Disco went in bag
car.
Leg
1( dammit hills):
Trail
went up ALL the hills. And stairs. At some point, QMQ had to “take a shit” and
left pack. People remarked "yeah that sounds right". Wiki went off to
zen and Chunderelli was missing. Buoys refunded into a bush. There was a rum
shot check that no one really wanted. Vanilla flavoured nonsense, we hates it.
Knuckles gracefully fell. Eventually, pack made it to the...
Wine
Check (baggo!):
Before
Shart caught up to pack at the wine check, Easy informed us that she wasn't
Shart's keeper and therefore didn't know where the fuck Shart was. Blondie said
we were missing a handful of pack including Wiki and QMQ, though Fireball swore
she saw Wiki’s Marks on trail.We finished a pretty good amount of the bag of
wine (a rare white), our enthusiasm stoked by various hashers showing off their
'And1 Baggo' moves that they'd perfected on the summer tour. We did not finish
it all and Fellowship of the Winebag bore the weight of the bagho out of the
wine check.
WC to
BC(oh look people) At this point Fireball was getting increasingly worried
about the length of QMQ’s shit. Tech on trail reassured that QMQ had “found
pack” and was no longer glued to a toilet. During this leg pack was in awe of
Gator’s newfound love of mileage.
BC (beer
and snacks)
In a
shocking turn of events for the Boston Hash, we drank beer in a park.
BC to
End (beep beep!):
A car
nearly ran Wiki over. We gave the motorist a citizen issued citation for
rolling through the stop sign. He is due to appear in kangaroo court next week.
Jiggly asked a muggle for his phone to show him the hash website. He seem
enthralled with our antics and took a swig of hatorade before heading off to a
tea party.
Circle
(shit escalates):
Circle
started with the location of beer and pizza being argued over. Some thought
that we should circle right where were on the hill (a pretty level spot), while
others thought we should proceed a few hundred metres more to another spot. We
compromised by taking 5 steps up the hill and doing circle there. Pack started
getting incresingly worried that Gator was no where to be found. There were
theories floating around that he was stationed up the hill, and FTLoGF went and
shouted for him to no avail, before returning quickly due to fear of wolves.
And The Hares started, and 5 different people jumped in. To what seemed to be
everyone's complete surprise, we were all learnt at this pointt that the trail
had been hared not by Gator, but instead by Wiki. And Shart. And Qmq. And
Disco. And Chundrelli. Gator had gone home after prelube. Actual hares had
engaged in some extreme trickery/COLLUSION to lay trail, unbeknownst to the
rest of pack. Please see the Strava flyby for more details on this. Hares were
called in for they fuckery. With no virgins to dement, and limited visitors to
entertain ourselves with, we moved on. FTLoGF was still confused where Gator
was. Accusations were hurled around, true and semi-true alike. We would
eventually swing low, and then leave leave.
Scribed
by Master Gator*
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