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This amazing hash trash will start out as all shitty hash stories should….SO THERE WE WERE! NO SHIT!
A semi-decent mid-winter’s day, ready to become the rock stars we all know we are. A gaggle of around 20 gathered with, wait – more chicks than dudes?? Wow, that’s a first! Our hares Freddy Mercury and David Bowie, aka Tijuana Donkey Fluffer and Just Pete, promised a debaucherous trail that would rival Ozzy and Tommy Lee’s infamous exploits! Uh-huh.
For prelube Bowie/Pete concocted some burn your throat steaming hot cocktail for those brave enough, and the rest drank a mishmash of leftover beers. We noticed a dark Volvo with Maryland plates turning into the parking lot…could it be? Really? Yes! It was New Haven’s own Bambi’s Bitch back for a visit! No shit! Mathole, stand-in RA, started chalk talk, and boy, we must’ve really been running behind because Binocucock saunters up and actually catches it all! We blow off the hares and give them 9.69 minutes, then we’re off.
An immediate T/E split awards the eagles with mustaches to make Mr. Mercury jealous, and then the group quickly reconvenes, straight on to a virgin check. Thanks to Placenta something or other from Charleston for mentoring his virgin. Not. We had to wait for that neon clad boy to make his way back, h3@d hung in shame, so we could point him in the direction of true trail. Into the woods for BC1…Franzia bag-o-wine. Yum. Toward the body of the Sleeping Giant we go, straight to a KOTH. Reward, but no punishment. Come on! Hashing is all about punishment! The pack voted to wait for all 3 DFLs instead of leaving them behind for some reason. What’s with all the chivalry on trail?!?
Across some slippery ass leaves, through some snow and mud, BC2…BQ25. Great job hares, took 19 of us 5 minutes to find your dumb bag-o-beer. Thanks Marty. Binoc’s esoteric knowledge of, well everything, let us know we were at some quarry place, and yes, sitting on poison ivy. Bambi’s Bitch found a Mexican stripper’s sequin…in his Modelo beer. WTF? (I’m sure he kept it for something or other).
Now, we were told we would get wet on this trail, much to the delight of the harriettes who showed up…but this is NOT what we expected. Knee deep 12° water, replete with floating ice blocks. Who’s knees? Not Flick’s, and not Teacher’s! Frostbite all around! And chivalry too, thanks Marty and…someone else, who knows? We run into an awesome super nova, then straignt onto Quinnipiac University’s campus. Kudoos (maybe?) to Jolly Green Cowboy for planting himself at the dick check for 15 minutes to spare the others who would’ve claimed that “They were in the pool!!!” I’m sure all the visiting parents appreciated it as well. Song check where we almost left the trio of DFLs again, to a Rock Star pop-rocks check. Let it be known that Binoc wishes they had KY flavored ones too. Ummm….
Stick with me here, I’m almost done! Do a shot or something.
Into the home stretch, Gene Simmons, aka Master Hater, bit the bullet and pulled a Cowboy for the duration with her ample bosom out for all our voyeuristic pleasure…BQ3 was some hideous concoction of vodka, Southern Comfort and grapefruit soda. Yup, hardcore rock stars here. With all the booze consumed, TTT convinced some minions 😉 to just zen back to on-in. PAHB! A small but
dumb determined group soldiered on, making friends with a decaying pumpkin which Placenta got his cranium up close and personal with. Grossssssss!!
Circle time: FRB Tweedle Dumb. DFL Not Teacher! Blood on trail Placenta. Pointing Teacher. Placenta looked like he was too sober so kept getting called in for all sorts of bull that we made up. Cops: Cowboy. Yeah, he decided his nether regions were too stuffy in his neon shorts, so decided to go without for circle. The Hamden PD were not impressed. “Disgusting” was the word they used I believe!!!! On-after, pizza and beer, and our hare Bowie/Pete, was named forevermore, That’s Pee in the Corner. And yes, he must sing it.
God I’m tired. On-Out, TTT
After partying ’til you puke on Thursday and watching football ’til you puke on Friday, why not fight off the DTs and get your New Year on-on with a little hashing?
When: Saturday, January 2nd, 2016, 1:00pm
Where : 24 Annawon Avenue, West Haven (on-street parking)
Hare: Tweedle Dumb
Hash Cash: $5, Virgins (first timers) are free. Pre-lube and circle beer included.
Trail: 3 miles-ish. A to A, snow or shine, one beer stop (bring cash and IDs), circle under subterranean climate controlled conditions, warm vittles included.
On-After: Tweedle and Hairy Fritter’s crib.
See you all then wankers!
A hash is generally rife with mysteries – but this trail will be extra-mysterious! You’ll stumble your way around Hamden, dodging impatient holdiay shoppers and perhaps some four-legged furry creatures, braving the elements, and following clues to move you forward, all to answer the most important question of all:
“WHERE’S THE BEER?”
But beware! Your quest may feature a few red herrings or other mysterious events that could change the entire complexion of your hashing experience…
Who: Yet another awesome hash from hare Mathole!
When: Saturday, December 6th, 1:00pm
Where: Parking lot behind Home Depot. Route 10 (Dixwell Avenue), Hamden. (If you have a GPS, set it to 52 Lee Street).
Hash Cash: $5.00
Also bring: vessel, Cash for the on-after, virgins, your mystery-solving skills, and of course, new shoes.