ReHash #292

rehash 4/30

preamble to the rehash– seeing as my shift and ctrl keys have stuck together like a couple of horny dogs and are now working in tandem, there is a noticeable absence of capital letters from the following tale. in addition, many common puncuation marks that we take for granted each day– such as the exlamation point, parenthesese, and even that little pointy thing above the 6 — require the use of the precious shift key. so, try to deal. and here’s the rehash…………..

cortland, ny got more than they bargained for on friday night as the ithaca hash house harriers invaded the unsuspecting hamlet for the annual full moon marti gras hash. and there was lunacy. the paying guests at the holiday inn where hhh marked the parking lot must have been wondering why they didn’t just keep driving past cortland that night– there was a full moon, afterall. a good crowd of hashers from ithaca, rochester, and syracuse gathered around hares hungman, skull, and mac as the chalk-talk began amidst several pre-hash beers.

being a live hash, the hares were on their way! after darting behind the motel, the three evasive hares made their way to the first hashrest– a pub, of course. the three empty shot glasses on the bar told the story of how they spent their time waiting for the rest of the hashers to sniff out the trail. the trail continued through town, then through some woods, and down a long set of rr tracks =========== bo had the hash crash in the shiggy. all in all, a great moonlit trail.

next door to the lost armidillo, the cafe billiards hall was the impromptu site of the on-in. and there was lunacy. missing in action for the first part of the on-in were phil mccrackin, mac, and spread eagle — who was decked out in an attractive chiquita-banana-type ensemble complete with ceremonial feather head-dress. small sack and myself formed a search party to locate the missing spread eagle who was actually back on trail and not far from the on-in.

basket case — renamed and baptized butt-floss– did a side-side for his birthday. happy birthday dude. vibrator collected some marti gras beads for erotic dancing. gotta’ dance! although we didn’t actually get to see hotter legs’ pasties (the elmers glue was not up to the task), the town of cortland did notice the two large balloons pinned to the outside of her shirt and the spaghetti/meatball/fork accessories that adorned her marti gras outfit.

mudman from rochester attempted to trade marti gras beads for a peak of sweater meat on the street. although shy outside, the cortland girls did manage to collect some beads once inside the billiards hall. tampon from syracuse bought a much-needed round of hot dogs for the hash from the vendors outside the pub. and there was much rejoicing.

and speaking of hot dogs– the girl at the bar that calvin klimax was talking to was not shy when it came to handling the pink dildo-sleeve that butt floss had been wearing earlier. having started the evening in his shorts, the phallus made its way behind the bar, replaced the joystick on the video game, acted as a vessel for down-downs, and was the definitive prop for several hash snapshots– many of which are being developed as we speak.

and that’s the way it was– under the full moon of cortland, ny on friday.

on-on tequila bill