Hash #236 – Midwest Meat and Tators Hash
Hash #235 – Thursday, November 8, 2012 at 6 pm: Midwest Meat and Tators Hash
Happy Friday you lazy bastards!!
Well it’s been over a week since the hash, time to sit down and regroup my memory as to what in the hell happened that night……
See ya’ll at Fuckin’ Strange’s “I like going down South” going away shin-dig tonight. If you don’t know where it is or what I’m talking about then they probably didn’t want you there anyways (I’m talkin’ to you, Dildo).
Midwest Meat and Tators Hash
Hashers were told to get ready for a cow-tippin’ time as Just Chris and Came For A Man, Left With A Clam showed off their midwestern flare. I, for one, do not like “just the tip”, but when lesbians are running trail, hey, we’re lucky if there even is a tip.
We left from Sinsheimer Park, weaving through the neighborhoods and up the hills, running what seems to be the same trail as we do every 4th damn hash. We had our first beer stop somewhere…. I remember seeing an ATV next to the beer, but my ecstasy was kicking in pretty good at this point so things got blurry. I do remember stop #2 was Lord Mangina’s red room of pain (that wanker was participating in a who-has-the-best-genital-warts contest. I heard he placed pretty well!). We were greeted with meat and tators because dontcha know? That’s what we folk eat ’round here. Burnin’ Rubbers presented us with “Magina’s Mystery Tube” which I inspected for condoms but we were shit out of luck. Damnit. Babies and herpes for everyone! A few brave souls and FRB’s took some unknown shots and then we played “how many hashers and pliers does it take to unscrew the cap off of a tiny bottle of alcohol”. The answer was 4 hashers, 2 pliers. Finally Just Rachel ripped open that damn tube and aha! She got the booze!
Onward we went in the blistering cold to our 3rd and final beer stop. This was when Sprinkle Princess realized that the Old Milwaukee beer he had been drinking all night was nonalcoholic. “A YBF in a can!” the hares proudly told us later. You betcha those girls are good for something! The FRB who found the beer (*ahem* I’m looking at you, Silence of the Clams) completely neglected to see the box of Franzia Chardonnay sitting there, so no classy wine for us hounds. You should have paid for this Silence, but naturally Princess forgot crimes (and backsliders) during circle-jerk time. We really chose a winning leader, guys!
After a hopscotch game with tit checks (I took my “hash flash” title to a whole new level that night), we tearfully said our goodbye’s to Fuckin’ Strange who has finally admitted she’s had enough of fuckin’ Stranger (too soon?) and she happily parked her booty on the ice with Just Grace. Our Hare, Just Chris, had her naming, which there were approximately 4,732 names thought up for her *not an exaggeration at all*, we ended up going with a few things that were dear to her heart (bees, farting and shitting). So everyone, please welcome: Buzz Shite-Rear!!!
Photos are already posted!!!! Go check them out you pathetic a-holes! http://sloh3.com/2012/11/08/hash-236-midwest-meat-and-tators-hash/
On- to the highly anticipated She Who Cannot Be Named hash- On!!
-Greasy Lei
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