BFMH3-140 The Power of Hash Compels You
Posted on October 26, 2006
The other day I was listening to the radio, and I heard what is quite possibly the most inappropriate holiday song ever in the history of the whole entire world, even if you include White Rabbit by Jefferson Airplane as an Easter song or even the alternate lyrics to George Michael’s Last Christmas that my college roommate made up one night after vigorous game of quarters. That song is, ready for this?: Back Door Santa by Clarence Carter (the same artist who produced the tender love song Strokin’.) Let me tell you, I was appalled, and yet… I couldn’t turn away. Which was a lot like this week’s hash.
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BFMH3-139 Jingle Ball the Way
Posted on October 19, 2006
PHILADELPHIA: Alright, pop quiz time kids. I promise it’s an easy one. Here goes. What is a hasher’s favorite thing in the world? Ok, time’s up. I’m betting half of you answered beer and the other half answered sex. An abundance of beer is never an issue for the BFM, but I can only hypothesize that some hashers aren’t getting laid as much as they would prefer. Well, everyone can take comfort in the fact that the BFMers are probably getting more action than the Brits, although they may have us beat in the quality beer department. And while I’m on such a lascivious topic, I can’t help but be reminded that BFMers seem rather inclined to parade around in their underwear without much persuasion. Luckily for us Americans, we have the freedom to choose the style of underwear we sport. Not so for our Canadian brothers. This is human rights at its worst, people. Now I’ll conclude my monologue and let you get back to the trash…
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BFMH3-138 Traffic Safety
Posted on October 12, 2006
PHILADELPHIA: First, a Public Safety Announcement:
OK, I’m going to start this trash out with my absolute last and final warning about running into traffic. Are you listening? Here, put your ear right up close to the screen. Ready? Here it is: QUIT RUNNING INTO TRAFFIC. NOW. TODAY. This is a city where the taxis are engaged in a perpetual Chevy Caprice land speed trial and I am tired of sounding like my mother every time I see one of you nearly lose a limb blithely wandering across a street. (Although my mother is far, far less likely to use the f-word.) STOP.. IT.
Good. Now, with that out of the way… This week, the Mob gathered at old favorite Cherry Street Tavern. Arriving at the bar were Stacks, Hold the Sausage, Tickle My Elmo, He’s A Lesbian, Scooby Snatch, The Rash, Two Clump Chump, She Man, Little Fuckin Winkie, virgin hasher and recent Bar-passer Just Manish, who was brought by Virgin Pimp who also just passed the Bar, and Can You Hear Me Now? who passed the Bar a while ago (go ahead and insert your favorite lawyer joke here. I’m partial to the shark one, myself), Just John, Festering Beanie Baby, previously of some other hash but who now resides in Philly, Plastic Pud, who brought out virgin Just Mike, and Dancing Fool, who brought out a piñata.
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BFMH3 #137-(Nice Nuggets Late Trash)
Posted on October 5, 2006
This is old, but I’m tired of having to drink for it. Surprisingly, my notes are still in good shape.
The night of October 5th, the pack met at a new hash establishment, Barristers on Sansom b/w 18th &19th….Yes, this trash is that old! Drawing the short straw were Dry Hump and Just Jer (don’t know if he’s named yet…can’t remember…sorry.)So the pack set out. According to notes, the hares ran out of flour around 16th St with a ½ mile to go. Read more
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