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.
Our Master of Religious Ceremonies, E=MC^2 ran a noisy circle. Accusations were made. People drank beer. I drank beer.
Tinkerbell, not first in, drank as the hare, and when One Brit Drinks, All Brits Drink, so Just Richard, Just Andy, and their mentor, Dyke Queen joined in.
First in was E and last in Tongue Twister.
Hold the Sausage had some cross country team shirt on so had to do a down down.
Brook for being a vrigin, and for making herself come. And I for one am thankful that she was not deterred by her conversations with Winkie on Tuesday.
There were lots of accusations about going through a beer check and not drinking beer.
A whole bunch of people drank for doing the Broad Street Run - Rash; See Me, Hear Me, Shush Me; Mister Twister, and probably others.
Bastard and Sly drank for running before the hash.
And, in preparation for a full weekend of drinking, Rash drank again for losing her keys last week.
This from Shush Me: "I think Tongue Twister was last in because we ditched him while he was trying to find the trail. We were all (wisely) standing on the check and no one let him know trail had been found. He accused every one of us of horrible things, including leaving him behind.
Autohashers were L’il F’in Winkie and Skin Fiddle
Rumor has it that Bastard Child kept trying to buy ice cream on trail last week.
Announcements:
- All hashers that love beer, food and stories, please join the first annual BFM Cook-off!
Skin Fiddle will be providing the arena for us to drink and eat. So please, bring stomachs and livers for a day to be remembered in infamy….. much like the day we kicked the bullocks out of the Red Coat’s a few hundred years earlier!
Dyke Queen & Co. proclaim they are better cooks than their American allies. Hold The Sausage, Dyke Queen, Just (not a) Dick, Just (Dandy) Andy. and Winkie will be cooking, baking, broiling, frying, grilling and anything else to prove that American’s are the most obnoxious, well fed drunks in the common era.
When: Saturday, May 14, CE 2005!
Time: Sometime after noon! Das Fiddle needs his sleepy time.
Where: His place. N. 16th & North St. (One block south of Fairmount Ave. between 16th & 17th)
Cost: $5 a drunk
- The BFMH3 69th Hash will be a pub crawl. Start protecting your livers now.
Cause
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