ReHash #380

July 21 rehash

It was a hot and stinky day when the Trumansburg post office parking lot saw more hashers than a non-hasher would like to see and less hashers than rowdy hasher would have liked to see. On this day, the man formerly known as just Dan (see below) and Shiggy Shiggy Gang Bang set a murky trail which had been scouted out by their trusty Half Monty.

Hashers present were few and could be counted with one hand and a clear head: Dances With Head, Calvin Klimax, Fuck ’em and Chuck ’em, Buttmaster General, Hot Lips, Hair Down There, Hungman, Spike

One virgin, the beautiful just Chloe; and 1 dog, Mudflap, also showed up. Hershey and other dogs were out on disability. After inappropriate introductions, the hash started, plunging straight into the creek behind the post office. Downstream it went, going down several waterfalls and through some nasty long pointy spiky shiggy, during which Shiggy Shiggy Gang Bang took a dunk in the creek and earned herself the hash crash award.

As a new element to the hash, the hasher came upon an EC, or engine check.

In the middle of the creek, there was an engine. The oil was low, and CK and someone else spent a good 5 minutes of our time trying to decide whether or not this was a tractor engine. Eventually we came to a beer stop and found Ball Wrinkle and Half Monty waiting for us there. Much drinking was had, to the joy of all. Eventually, we came out of the creek (to find Hungman waiting for us there), went back in the creek, and finally came upon a little deep lake formed by the river. We were thinking of taking a dunk in it when from the top of the gorge came a voice of a middle-aged man who told us that we should watch out with broken bottles in the lake because he know there were lot of ’em there. How did he know that? He put them himself there when he was a kid. He was pretty proud of it too. He told us all this as he rode away on his young daughter’s bike while his daughter ran after him. Eventually, we took courage and swam the lake to the other side to continue on the trail. Soon, the train turned into a street hash with the ocassional backcheck 6. Alas for the hares, they did not realize that Hungman had parked his trendy convertible jeep close by, and soon saw all the hashers (including Mudflap) but Ball wrinkle and Spike crammed in in, and hanging from the sides. This compounded hash-mobile soon overtook the dismayed hares (one of whom also jumped on the car) and made Ball Wrinkle run faster as the hashers offered him cigarettes from the car.

On-in was had in the creek behind the post office with a lot of poetry and songs about “my girlfriend is a vegetable…” At this point it was decided that just Dan was old enough to have his own name, and after much deliberation and his insistence to be named muff diver, we decided to name him Little Miss Muff-it. And so Little Miss Muff-it came to be, and there was much rejoice.

The End