Posted on December 5, 2013 by Gispert
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Hare Baster
Hare PG
Hounds
Just Lucy
Just Doug
FertilizerHer
CoCo
Don’t Worry It Won’t Spread
Shitty Vagina Salad
Pack N Play
Butt Floss
The United Auto Twerker
Just Brendan
Just Leland
Brown Hole Delivery
Spike
Ookie Cookie
What a great day to celebrate birthdays! The hash was full of them this day – Our own RA, Master Baster (and Hare Extraordinaire) was aging nicely and other hashers who drank for continuing to revolve around the sun included Pack N Play (side-side), Just Brendan(up-up) and CoCo(up-up). In order to celebrate and appreciate them all properly, the hares set up a very hospitable party atmosphere at their home. The temperature was hovering in the single digits so PG made her Whirled-Famous Winter Warmer and Baster made sure the fire always had More Wood. Chocolate Rice Crispy treats took the place of birthday cake and soon we were feeling quite warm. Since Baster chose to set a live trail, in the snow, we gave him several verses of ‘Jesus can’t go Hashing’ as a headstart before running off to catch him.
We were barely on our way when the FRB, CoCo, hit the first of two J checks and came trotting back to the DFL, Tasty, with two airplane bottles of minty booze. MmmmmRumplemintz.
Cutting across the fields of Varna, through barbed wire and half frozen ponds the hounds chased the fleet-footed hare. Those leading the pack hit an R9 and were confounded for several minutes until Phoenix (Floss’s pooch) refused to ignore something in an open storage shelter containing a manure spreader. Well, well, looky here —> BN! The hare popped up from his hiding spot in the spreader and giggled gleefully at his own cleverness.
After enjoying our very cold beverages, we took off again after the hare. The next J check was again found by our resident FRB, CoCo but DFL this time was Don’t Worry, It Won’t Spread. Considering that she declared her drunkeness during Chalk Talk, I was impressed that she managed to put away her shot with no reservations.
Due to the inclement weather, trail was abbreviated by Baster and shortened further still by Co-Hare/Sweeper PG who knew all the best shortcuts. It was not long before we stumbled upon the next BN and Baster hiding in the shiggy. Here at the pile of dumped carpets we found a thermos of hot boozy cocoa and icy cold beers. Tasty took a group photo but somehow Baster and Ookie didn’t make it into the shot…hmmmm. That’s odd. Where could they be off to?
From here we were pretty much ON IN to circle. This may be a contender for the shortest trail ever with the longest circle. Down-downs were awarded to; SVS for not being properly dressed (ankle socks in the snow? Oh myyyy.), to nearly everyone for not wearing bright colors during hunting season, to PG and Twerky for wearing pajama pants under their running pants (Tasty jumped in because she was wearing knit tights under her running tights and also because she was really drunk), to all the birthday wanks aforementioned (this was a chaotic moment when suddenly everyone was yelling and jumping around and Just Brendan ended up doing a hand-stand and drinking hot cocoa), to Brown Hole Delivery and J. Brendan for hashing in jeans, and also the usual down-downs for cum-latelies, FRBs, DFLs, dog owners and on and on and on until our beers were turning into slushies and our toes were frozen solid and people started sneaking away to the inside of the house to defrost.
Winter warmer was applied copiously, as well as some homemade hard cider from Dunga, pizza was ordered and everyone kicked back in their socks. CoCo demonstrated his gymnastic skills. After a bit, those of us who were still hanging out played some Cards Against Humanity. Tasty curled up in a ball and passed out for a few minutes on the end of the couch, awoke and spread out across her couch mates, Just Lucy got some head in the process.
Not a bad way to spend a frigid winter day.
On-touglysweaterhash-On!