BFM #54 - There’s No Fool Like An Old Fool
Posted on March 3, 2005
3 March 2005: It was cool and so was the Mob, partying like we were in Vegas Baby ! ‘Cause that where we met on the first Thursday in March. Bum’s Urine had danced in, and so had Pound it In, C*nting Season, See Me Feel Me Touch Me, AKA See Me, Hear Me, Shush Me (I just call her Tommy) along with Wolfman, Tinkerbell, Virgin Pimp and Tongue Twister. Lunar Digit arrived fashionable late–by taxi? — followed by Strap On and our not too square MC, E. There was a semi-virgin, Just Gulze, the Turkish Jewel. It seems Lunar picked her up to replenish our supply of comely doctors. At the head of the table was Dancing Fool, who brought his own Birthday Balloon, Birthday Cake, and … The Short Straw. Ladies and Gentlemen, we have a hare. Thankfully, he wasn’t sporting his Birthday Suit. Wolfman’s parting words to him were "Don’t go Right", indicating Independence Hall and the dreaded venue of the Biohazards For Marks hash , and he took off with the red flour and some blue chalk and set out to set trail.
Five or ten or twelve minutes later the hounds harried west on Chestnut, then left and left, and through Washington Park. Thanks to the many checks, the pack stayed together as the marks led us into Society Hill and a Beer Check - in Dancing’s traveling recycling center! While the pack enjoyed their "iced tea" (why Officer, we’re just having a little light refreshment), DF plotted his path past Penn’s Landing, now using red flour instead of tiny white chalk marks. We On-oned through Olde City, then segued to South Street, to strains of Cheers To You!, Mister Dancing Hare. Then zig zag, I was startin’ to lag, but You Don’t Have to Be A Starr, Garden, unless you want to stay on trail. Here the flour went around the fence but most of the pack just climbed and jumped. (Thanks to Tongue Twister for not leaving this harriette alone in the dark.) From there we could smell the way back to the bar.
After the initial thirst quenching E called the circle to order. Since Dancing Fool had taken his leave (leaving his cake) the First-In (Tinkerbell - again) and Last-In (Tongue Twister, who had unr*ced me to the door) were first down-downed. Just Little F*cking Winkie and Grand Mattress Rash were next for autohashing. Accusations ensued. Can You Hear Me Now? was indicted for a "pit stop" outside the DA’s house. Lunar was charged with the obligatory Cell Phone violation, joined by Winkie, who should have know better than to call him during trail. Tinkerbell was at it again, overachieving between hashes. Lastly, Virgin Pimp was cited for being sighted trying to eat during circle. Rash announced that we would soon need togas for the upcoming Ides of March. When it was pointed out the we’d be a-drinkin’ and a-hashin’ on March 17th, the announced event became the Ides of St. Patrick’s Green Toga hash, to be held at an Irish favorite - Bonner’s.
E=MC^2 reminded everyone of this weekend’s 4th Annual Green Dress 5-Way Extravaganza, and accompanying Pre-Lewd Full Moon hash, Pre-pre-lewd BFM hash and the There’s Got to Be a Morning After Fat Boy Breakfast and Hash.
Oh, yes, Happy Birthday Dancing Fool
Your humble scribe,
Cause for Barbados, er, I mean Blindness
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