BFM #61 - The Devil Went Down to Old Town
Posted on April 21, 2005
21 April 2005 We saw marks leading from Drinker’s, so we figured the pack was long gone. But nooo, there they were counting down the minutes - Public Pisser, visiting again, Pound it In Tinkerbell, oops, I meant Pound it In and Tinkerbell, Rash, Can You Hear Me Now?, Tongue Twister, Lunar Digit - on time, Mary F*cking Poppins, Hold the Sausage, and even LFWinkie was there, ready to run. "Who’s the hare?" I asked. "Skin Fiddle" was the answer. "Oh, good, I can keep up with him." When the minutes were up, about 8:05, the pack left for the hunt. Nice Shoes,Wanna F*ck? and I decided to guard the goodies, and started our first round of $1 Millers. Livin’ the High Life. Mister Fiddle came in, hot and sweaty and uncaught, around 8:30 and described a trail that looked like this:
Not ten minutes later the pack tumbled in, also hot, sweaty, and a little loopy. We made our way to the scene of the crime (belly shots on the pool table) and enjoyed the High Life en masse. After some hemming and hawing and shouting, Winkie convened a circle.
Skin Fiddle’s trail was declared suitable shitty - not enough flour actually in Philly, being able to pick up Self Service at Church Street. First in was Little F*ckin’ Winkie and Lunar Digit was last. Oral Offender and Self Service drank for being autohashers. Nice Shoes and Cause for Blindness drank for being lazy mother f—–s. At this point, Mary F. Poppins drank after he accused himself for wearing a hat, and for pointing. Then he drank again for being stupid enough to accuse himself. Cause drank again for trying to make an accusation. Some people never learn.
A Full Moon announcement was made, at least I remember making it, I remember setting it. No one remembered to show up for it though. (Hares - 3, "Pack" - 4, trail runners - 0)
Overheard from Dancing Fool:
"I washed a white Mercedes; I hope Magellen gets laid."
Announcements:
Stinko de Mayo - the Harrisburg/Hershey Hash Extravaganza - is May 6, 7, & 8. Friday night will honor "No Pants Day." Bring your own boxers and bathrobe. Rash wants all intended attendees to contact her so the BFM can have a theme tent for the Friday night Camp Crawl. I need to know who is driving out on Friday. A visitor may need a ride.
As flour through the hour glass, so was a Thursday of our High Life.
Cause
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