IH3 Trail #417

Disclaimer: Some of the facts presented here may be exaggerated!… 🙂

A spin the bottle hash! What an excitement. Starting at the Chanticleer!

So I get there, on time, only to find Dances sitting at the bar and drinking his beer. I guess he couldn’t wait. Needless to say that he had just gotten back from PA a couple of hours earlier. he was down there hanging and drinking (more like crawling and drinking – from what I heard!), with his fraternity brothers…..

Anyways, we played a game of pool, and before too long, Spike showed up, followed by Road Kill, Bitch Squealer, and Just Megan. Apparently our company was not good enough for Road Kill, so after sitting with us for about 5 minutes, he decided to head off. The excuse we got, he had gone for a 13-mile r** that morning, and then he just finished from yoga." SURE!!!!… Hope he got the rest he needed.

After waiting for another 5 minutes, we realized that no one else was probably going to join us, so we were getting ready to head out. It was supposed to be a spin the bottle hash, but Dances was too eager to get started that he got down to his knees and begged us to let him set the first part of the trail…… And so we did let him get started. He got his chalk (that’s right, chalk instead of flour), and he set-off in the streets of downtown Ithaca.

The pack headed out, following the chalk marks on the sidewalk. we headed all around, doing circles around blocks, following unmarked falses, even, putting our lives in great risk by trying to cross rt. 13.!!!!! needless to say, BS, and Just Megan (JM) were at the from of the pack, and Spike was kindly waiting for me, so we could cum together to the first beer stop…… This wasn’t all that far away. Our hare "extraordinaire" Dances, took us to the "Double Nickel Saloon", or something like that. When we got in, surprise surprise, Dances drinking beer. He couldn’t wait. Spike, our money king got us not only 1 pitcher, but 2. he gladly drunk it, but he was complaining about how much beer we had for the 5 of us.

here, we did do the official thing, and span the chalk to see who would hare the next part. Spike was the lucky one. We heard some more complaining though about not knowing that part of town very well, and he even mentioned that we wouldn’t take us to a bar for a beer stop. Noooooooooooo…. what, no bar, and no beer stop??????????That would have been a disaster.

Just to avoid giving you curious half minds a heart attack, he did take us to a bar, and he did buy us some more beer. But there was a price to pay.

Spike’s chalk marks lead us down to Wegman’s, (he did say earlier on that day that he wanted to go grocery shopping), after making us cross rt. 13 again 3 more times, at the same intersection. then he went behind Wegman’s and found an "Oups" and a sign for False. Then we headed back around, we lost marks again, then we found them again, and soon we realized where they were leading. Only Spike could have found shiggy in the middle of downtown Ithaca!!!! So, we followed that marks through mud and thorns, and branches, and bushes, and trees. Overall, not too bad. we were still presentable at Castaways where Spike was waiting for us. We moved to the porch, drinking beer, talking about food and ice cream, and about JM being not too drunk to be presentable to her parents. We talked about other things too, which are all a blur now, and then we decided to walk back to the Chanti for the on-in. no hare for this part of the trail, as we all knew were we were headed.

On the way to the on-in, BS found a new award. Now, to be precise, JM first saw it, but BS picked it up. It was named the …, well, I don’t remember, but I will call it "The rim award", or "the hup cap award".

The circle, was more like a rectangle as we all sat around a table. We drunk for the hash, for all the hashers that were not there, for early and late arrivings, and for other things that I do not remember.

BS then awarded Dances with The RIM, as he has a reputation of not knowing how to drive, or more like having an attraction for ditches (as well as bitches – it rimes, doesn’t it…?).

We had the on-after at Puberty Ice Cream. A very yummy on after i must say.

Overall, it wasn’t a big hash, but a lot of fun. and definitely a good size for an intimate gang bang…

On-On

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