A Drinking Club with a Running Problem
Boo. The Halloween Hash was quite the spectacle, be assured. Hares Hungman and Vibrator made double sure a good time was had by all. If you missed this one it is a shame 1.
Castaways (formerly the Ol’ Key West) was gracious enough to host the pre-Hash undertakings. A gathering of infidels pre-empted a Hash-not-to-be-forgotten on the eve (sort of) of All Saints’ Day when the wicked of night gathered for a romp through destruction.
The trail started innocently enough– working its way through downtown avenues and alleys. The Hashers soon found themselves traversing a spooky graveyard when, lo and behold, a masked avenger of the night came screaming through the darkness on an iron horse with one gleaming eye!
The great Vermonster brought solice to the weary Hashers, however, when their souls were suddenly captured on film in an everlasting imprint on the wall of memories.
Then the troupe found itself resting on the windy top of the Seneca St. parking garage overlooking the unsuspecting village below. Broken Pole made his way to the bottom via strange blades on his feet and Phil McCrackin made sure those that sought easy passage back down to the bottom met with numerous stops along the way.
Vaulting a stockade fence, the less-than-stealth-like hashers found themselves face-to-face with storm trooper EMTs. Forgetting their Hypocratic oath, the confrontational healers offered the Hashers an ultimatum of either stay clear of the ambulances, or perish. Of course, their stance may have been justified when Extra Testicle handed them a piece of emergency plastic from the rig stating, "Sorry, we broke your ambulance." Tequila, appearing as bath-man, was later penalized for dropping his scrub brush during a "cheese it – the cops" retreat. Stacey drank a beer for being caught stradling the fence during the entire altercation.
The On-In was at Vibe and Phil McCrackin’s crib. Around a roaring fire, a down-down was issued to bobbits Toothy and Jeff who, resplendent in white-trash garb, also accepted honors for being recently joined in holy wedlock.
Half Monty drank for wearing the same lion costume two years running. "Titty Twister" was named and subsequently babtized. Verily.
See you this Sunday! Bring a virgin!
On-on!
Tequila Bill