BFM #66 - Free Beer Tomorrow, two hares tonight
Posted on May 26, 2005
26 May 2005: As the list of pubs that would have us back dwindles, the Mob returned once again to one of our regular A-points, McGillin’s on Drury Street. Sooner or later, after checking out other venues, we always come back to the place where we know that we can have a safe place to ditch our bags, a room to ourselves, and most importantly, cheap pitchers provided hassle-free by an attentive and cheerful bar staff. Responding to this promise of hasher’s paradise this evening were LF Winkie and his mom (hereinafter referred to as "Mama Winkie"), Tinkerbell fresh in from a week in Quebec, GM Rash, TL Chicken, C–ting Season, Bastard Child, See Me Hear Me Whatever (hereinafter referred to as "Tommy"), Nut Cruncher, MF Poppins, |{E.Strap}/OnMy|Cock2, Lunar Digit, Dyke Queen and just Richard, Cousin It, Sly Fox, just Brooke and to the surprise of all, Wolfman Jackoff, not seen for many moons. Not showing tonight was Cause for Blinding Agony, recovering from a root canal job and entrusting tonight’s trash to yours truly. Also not seen was Paws for Blindness, a.k.a. Nice Shoes.
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BFM #65 - Wee Willie Winkie
Posted on May 19, 2005
19 May 2005: The Khyber, 56 S Second Street
The BFM hash
Did meet at a bar
That had not decided
To ban us, so far.
When Rash proffered straws
To hounds gathered round
‘Twas Winkie did draw
The one whittled down.
Grab flour, ole Wink
And head for the streets
Well worn by our numbers
In previous meets.
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BFM #64 - the all-too-familiar skinfidlagon
Posted on May 12, 2005
12 May 2005: ‘Twas Thursday and the Franklin Mob did congregate at McKenna’s at 24th and Brown in Fairmount. In attendance were Mary F–king Poppins, Cheap (sans Mr.) Show, Tastes like Chicken, C–ting Season, Skin Fiddle, See Me Feel Me etc, myself and Tink, as well as Philly H3’s Booby Trap and Cousin It, and Porn to Fail from another live-hare club, Northern Virginia’s S.H.I.T. H3 (motto: "if your trails ain’t live, your hash ain’t S.H.I.T.!") Later to arrive, but well before 7:30 HST (7:53 EDT) were Oral Offender, the other resident British expat Dyke Queen, Nut Cruncher, and a host of boots: just Todd from Sly Fox’s barbeque the weekend before and his friend just Christie, just Brooke, and just John, who had read about our fine club online. Todd, who has all the hallmarks of a fine hasher, distributed Breast Cancer Awareness nipple stickers, which looked rather like this:
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BFM #63 - Tinkerbell On The Wing
Posted on May 5, 2005
5 May 2005 Cinqo de Maio - In preparation for the weekend at Harrisburg/Hershey Stinko de Mayo, the Ben Franklin Mob took a Road Trip to Manayunk. Rash even brought some sombreros. Oral Offender, tired of taking abuse as an autohasher, had arrived at T Hogan’s a bit early, and I found her outside accompanied by Brook - fresh from her outing with the Philly Hash, and Alisha. Tongue Twister joined us, boasting of his cool new cooler - in a Human Blood carton. Even Cousin It found us by 7:30. We retired inside to enjoy the Cheap Beer! Yes, $5 pitchers and $2 bottles. Nut Cruncher crawled out from the tax season sequester for this. Ms. Offender said she’d seen Sly Fox and "the one with the hefty bag" out running earlier. Sly arrived looking cool, but Bastard Child, who followed, was wearing his incriminating persperation. Dyke Queen & Co. returned for abuse, Dancing Fool reported in for trash detail (…hmmm, maybe he’d be able to get it out on time). A quorum was reached and straws were proffered. Within minutes we assembled outside for the miseducation of the virgins and took off in search of Pixie Dust. On-on was called and the hounds Mobbed the nearby Wissahickon Station for a nice…false trail. Out and about and Up on Rochelle and true trail leading directly to a huge BN (beer near). For anyone who’s ever been on trail for five minutes and then whined "I’m ready for a beer check," be carefull what you ask for. Dancing Fool passed out bottles of good stuff while the hare, Tinkerbell, got a huge lead on the pack. After this the pack was mostly together, in the more correct zip codes of the area, until a check near Henry Avenue. They must have gone this way and that way and by the time I caught up with Strap On and Sly Fox and others, admiring my downhill stride, we met up a group that had gone far "that way" with no trail and had come back. DF drove up and we had an impromtu second beer check. R*n This Way we did. I followed for a while until, having lost sight and sound of the pack, I recognized a street and made my way back to the bar. I caught the Hare chalking in a nice big ON IN and arrow. We sauntered back until I mentioned something about beating the hare back to the bar and Tink took off, tossing her special dust behind her. I choked in a close second, to find that others had decided enough was enough and returned. Skin Fiddle showed up, safely missing all chance of a hilly trail. Winkie arrived. Nut Cruncher collected hash cash. We ate, we drank, and we waited for the rest of the pack.
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