Hash #228 – Rocket to Rubbers Hash
Rocket to Rubbers: (Because We All Knew We’d Need Protection)
So Lady Red Rocket told us the Hash was set to begin at the end of some sketchy road in town. Um, excuse me? You want to corner us in some dark alley way and do what…? Why ANYONE showed up at that point is beyond me!
Anywho…. so we began! We ran in zig-zags till our first beer stop, which conveniently was under a bridge with a dirty ass couch. It was here I knew he had planned to drug us and rape us all. And then I saw the Patron. Yup, it was definitely happening. But f*ck it! He provided fresh limes and salt!!! Roofie me up!!!!!! We successfully finished the entire bottle (although that’s not hard to do with hashers) and our hare still hadn’t come out of his dark hiding spot to smother us in chloroform, so onward we ran!!! Up, up and jesus christ, MORE UP we went! Our second beer stop was guarded with a highly successful tit-check (yea! to all us flashers!), so hashers were treated with more than an ice-cold beer. From there we went down on each other….. oh wait, wrong night. We went down the hill together, passing by Lord Mangina’s house with whaddaya know! Another tit check! Just for him! He gleefully skipped inside and emerged with a rather large wet spot on his shorts, and MORE TEQUILA!! Hooray! That Brit is finally good for something. We took shots of his “organic” tequila (as Fuckin’ Strange kindly pointed out) and all almost threw up with how bloody awful it was. Screw this foreigner!! Apparently there was another beer stop at the top of yet another hill (thanks LRR!), but because I was fortunate enough to catch the bastard pre-laying on my way out of work, I knew where our B was and decided, fuck running, I’m going to swim and drink!
So there we are converged at Burnin’ Rubbers house as she’s hobbling around on crutches (apparently gang-bangs take the toll on you!!! I’ll remember that for my next vacation time…), the shitty organic tequila was flowing like beer, pants were off, tits were out and the pool was most likely flooded with STD’s. I honestly can’t give you any more of a re-cap than that…. well, because my pants were off and I was drunk. But, judging from my photos, we apparently organized some what of a circle-jerk time, there was a virgin who looked identical to Richard Simmons, and Lord Mangina was dumb enough to volunteer to hare the next hash (good luck with that, Dirty Girl. Use protection. And I’m talking about knee guards in case you trip, obviously….). Sorry to Rubbers for pissing off any of your neighbors or in your pool! 😉
Photos from this hash AND the last one will be posted when I get my shit together and email them to our kick-ass webmeistress who is probably so tired of my slacking. But hey, I’m a hasher. I do believe I had a co-hash flash/trash, I’m starting to think that’s 5-Way now??? Yea, you heard me Silence!!!!
On -there better be a swimming pool at the next hash- On,
-Greasy Lei
On -I second that!- On,
– Thighs Wide Shut, Webmeistress