Hash #218 – Rubber Rocket Hash
After a quick & pathetic game of Beirut at Dildo Baggins’ house, the masses emerged at Santa Rosa Park for Burnin’ Rubbers and Lady Red Rocket’s trail. With a slew of virgins in tow, we roamed the sidewalks of SLO and Cal Poly, in our typical drunken fashion. Even a French Bulldog named Frankie jogged the entire thing, it was impressive. We finally had a short run (Lady Red Rocket doesn’t last long, if ya know what I mean) although only two beer stops?!? What gives? Is our cash fund getting low? Does someone out there think we need to cool it on the heavy drinking? If this is the case, show yourself you a**hole! You should know hashers need more than 2 god damn beer stops! Phew. Breathe. Breathe. We should, however, address that our hare Rubbers took off on a mountain bike. I’d say that this is cheating, but we’re hashers after all. Rule number one is there are no rules.
The highlight of the evening must have been during our circle-time when a friendly neighbor emerged from his house, inching closer and closer to where he was finally standing directly behind Matzo. I prepared myself for a slaughtering, but instead this guy tells us that he’s a trucker and he’s gotta be up early in the morning. You know, truckin’ stuff. Dude, it’s 7:30pm and we’re just out here singing Kumbaya. Relax. He then stood next to his fence glaring at waiting for us to leave, we probably should’ve offered him a beer like the homeless guy the week before.
We had the naming of Just Casper but I, personally, believe his mortal name is fitting for a young, fresh faced and pasty guy. But we went with SPF69. The S, P and F all stand for something, but clearly I was too drunk to remember so go ahead and let your imaginations run wild.
On-On to the next one Wanks!