BFM #36
Posted on October 28, 2004
28 October 2004: On October 31 - the ancient Celtic New Year - Celts wore scary costumes to frighten away the spirits of the dead, who would come back to occupy the bodies of the living. A successful costume would drive away the spirits for another year.
That may have worked 3,000 years ago, but it sure didn’t work Thursday night, which is when the costumed bodies of the Ben Franklin Mob were taken over by the spirits of a long-dead circus freak show.
The Mob arrived at McGillin’s, which was still in a pre-10/31 mindset, dressed in costumes that were not meant to be scary, but were. Some of the costumes included a diaper-wearing medical patient, a self-animated puppet, a naughty fairy tale character, a Playboy bunny, a pregnant nun, a Playboy magazine-wielding priest, a flighty Disney character, a cowgirl, the Indian from the Village People, a Sumo wrestler, walking beers, a flapper, a demon, various medical personnel, and a truly disturbing topless Winkie.
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BFM #35
Posted on October 21, 2004
21 October 2004: Tonight Just Scott pulled the short straw, and took off from The Blarney Stone, 34th and Sansom. Scott ran fast, like a twisting and turning magic bullet, dropping flour carefully colored orange near every sharp turn, little known path, and hidden pond all across the campus terrain in University City.
Shaved head forward, the only thing stopping him was atmospheric resistance – and, eventually - Wolfman Jackoff, who once again caught the hare, making Just Scott another notch in Wolfman’s pelt, placing Just Scott unfortunately in the company of the reprehensible character of Sloppy Seconds, who’s ass Wolfman snagged some weeks before. It beginning to seem that, sooner or later, the Wolfman will get you.
Since Wolfman won’t hare in the city, the flour went to Just Mitch, who was the next to reach Just Scott after the Wolfman. Just Mitch confessed to no sense of direction, and Just Katherine stepped forward to guide his wayward ass. The Mob gave them barely three minutes before chasing after. All around students were going and coming from class. One of them asked Master Baster why he wasn’t home studying. Master Baster grumbled something that was not academic in nature.
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BFM #34
Posted on October 14, 2004
14 October 2004: Boner’s, er, Bonner’s Irish Pub withstood another assault by the BFM. Bum’s Urine greeted me with a glass of the cheap beer already flowing. (Still) Just Scott and Beer Sucks were under weigh, too. The pack steadily gathered, Wolfman appeared in civilian clothes, our GFM arrived and soon it was time for the flour lottery. “Oh, Sh*t” was called out and we knew we had a winner – Dances with Bum’s Urine got his haring cherry popped. Be good, I asked, try to lay it like you’d be following it, and he was off. No one actually timed the wait, so as soon as someone said “Let’s Go!” we were all out in pursuit.
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BFM #33
Posted on October 7, 2004
07 October 2004: Your Proxy Scribe here, trying to decipher my hastily written mental notes on the 10/7 hash a week too late:
The pack packed Paddy’s eagerly awaiting the night’s hashing delights. There were lots o’ hashers and I wish I could remember them all. Wolfman was there, of course, and MasterBaster, and Scooby, testing the wares when I arrived. I suggested we save our meager funds and get a pitcher for the gathering crowd. Skin Fiddle, STD, Sloppy Seconds arrived. In a rare double appearance, She Man and Maygan (sp??) were there together. Tongue Twister made the trek again. Just Scott arrived with a friend, Just Justin. There were other virgin/visitors. (I don’t remember which, nor their names, but not for lack of attention .. I have CRS - Can’t Remember Sh*t.) Keeping with BFM Karma, Winkie was left holding the short straw. Here we go again. The pack stayed together for a short time as we headed North and East. Then the pack broke up searching out marks after several good n’ hard checks. One of the virgin/visitors said he’d last seen a mark on Delaware Avenue and segments of pack skidaddle in that direction. Soon we were by the asphalt jungle gym of the BFParkway and Bridge. Tongue Twister and Ms. Season and I scoured that whole area for marks and came … up empty. I had seen Bitchard motioning something unintelligible so I went back in that direction. I was again away from the pack, away from any marks, and away from the beer.
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