ReHash #232

Disclaimer: All spelling, grammar, and factual inacuracies are the fault of St. Patrick’s Day festivity residuals.

The hash began with a sighting of several hashers thought to be deceased. ‘Women there?’ was reported to have turned absolutely ashen with fright after seeing them. Along went the hash through Cornell’s Plantations and beyond. Several Leperchauns were reported spotted but further inspection revealed mass hallucinations due to the pungent odor of someones foul-smelling socks (no doubt!) Apparently the hares who have been going ice-skating recently wanted to prove their proficiency on this chilled medium and so set a reckless iced path along a treacherously steep cliff (of course it wouldn’t be a hash without someone getting hurt!) The trail, mysteriously largely along public roadways gave the sneaky suspicion to many that auto-hashing had occured (that and the large amounts of flour on the rear weelwells of a certain hare’s truck) Ribbed, wearing a fine green dress is now filing a sexual harrasment suit against an unnamed hasher who apparently asked him out too many times. Remember guys, No-No means No! (its not just on-on backwards) The hash ended at ‘Women There?”s house and after down-downing (heavy) dark beer, everyone was lulled into deep comas and some had not even revived by the next day for the St. Patrick’s Day festivities. And that laddies, is the truth!