A Drinking Club with a Running Problem
It was a glorious night….one to remember….if only one could…….. :o)
It was Halloween…..it was a Friday…..and everyone was primed for some costumed tom-foolery!
Master Baster and Jiffy Lube had been conspiring for weeks….”what shall we do to have fun with the Itha-Wanks on Halloween???”
Well…they figured it out…..INDEED….they figured it out!
A dinner party followed by LIVE trail pub crawl…..YEAH!!!!
Master Baster cooked up some yummy vitals for all that cared to show up at his place…and there were many…too many to remember them all…but I’ll try…
Before heading out on trail there was much eating and merriment with:
Just Tzvetlana
Butt Floss – Dressed as a trouser snake charmer
Jiffy Lube – Dressed as Zorro!
Porcelain Goddess – Dressed as SEXY highway to hell
Just Delana – Dressed as HOT cow girl…complete with cleavage! and squirt gun (wonder what it was filled with??)
Summer’s Eve – Dressed as German BEER wench
Kitty Litter – Dressed as umm…I forget…sorry
Just Tim – you wank! – you should hash! – Dressed as German BEER wench boss…sort of…LOL
Doris Dick-toria – Dressed as scary rock star?
Just Catherine – Dressed as cute bunny with flashing ears!
Vibrator – Dressed as cute…but stinky…skunk :0)
Just Rick – Dressed as ????
Just Magdeline – Yeah! – You FINALLY hashed with us! – Dressed as cute gypsy gal
Just ???? – Civilian friend of MB’s – Dressed as wold like mask??
Others????…could be….I forget…help me out… Oh yeah!!!!…..Master Baster – Dressed as a reverse cowgirl in a red dress and blond wig. Very cute…but no match for Just Delana.
Eventually it was time to go out and brave the night…and we did….out to the parking garage where we had chalk talk. Then…the hares were off…..down to the commons for another chalk talk because we were then joined by Just Kira – – Dressed as a HOT horse rider….complete with sexy riding crop. It was at this point that we lost Summer’s Eve and a few others.
Those of us remaining chose between the Turkey Trail…Hared by Zorro!…or the Eagle Trail….Hared by the Reverse Cowgirl.
Being the over-athletic type….I chose the Turkey Trail. Hey, what can I say? I’m a big fan of Zorro!
Eventually we all ended up at the same place….The Fall Creek House….and there was BEER!!!!!
PG and Just Delana struck up a game of pool with a cute civilian…try as we may….she wouldn’t join us for trail… ;o(
Our thirsts quenched…..Reverse Cowgirl and Highway to Hell took off to set the next part of trail through the erie streets of Ithaca….and on to our next BEER check…..Karova! It was here that we met up with more hashers….Yippee!!! There was Just Brianne – Dressed as The Big Bad Wolf, Just Bridgette – Dressed as Little Red Riding Hood and Just Alte (Just Bridgette’s hubby) – Dressed as The Joker??
Little Red Riding Hood took a real liking to the Trouser Snake but felt that it needed “protection” on this night of all things evil and scary. So, she produced a “goodie” from her basket meant for Grandma…and proceeded to place a condom upon the head of the snake…complete with “receptacle end”! Good Lord!!!! When asked if she had ever seen the serial number on such things….The Big Bad Wold replied “no”. Too bad…apparently she had never been with anyone large enough to roll them down that far……like the Trouser Snake was!
Drink up! More trail to follow!!!
And out we went…..and up again to Reverse Cowgirl’s pad for impromptu drinking and fun. This is where we lost Highway to Hell and HOT Cowgirl for awhile. They decided Moon Shadows was closer….. The rest of us drank more and Little Red Riding Hood showed the Trouser Snake her reasons for the “gift” earlier by dragging him into the bedroom….followed closely by The Joker…who said he wanted to watch. Scary night indeed!!! The Trouser Snake barely escaped the trap….and fled for his life.
It’s at this point…that someone else needs to pick up the re-hash because I headed back to Trumansburg for more trouble…errr…I mean fun….
On-Halloween Hashing Doesn’t Suck!
Floss – The Trouser Snake Charmer
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Hey now Floss, don’t forget about Joe Six Pack and Bristol Palin (aka “preggers!”) Sheesh, how unpatriotic.