BFM #70 - Bye-bye Mister Twister
Posted on June 23, 2005
23 June 2005: It was a warm summer evening, perfect for hashing, and the BFM met again in South Philly, this time at The Dive. Hold the Sausage, Fur Snatcher, virgin Varinka, and Cheep Show were enjoying the fresh Philly air as the Mob assembled. Tongue Twister arrived with a special load in his … truck. Beer, safely camoflauged in a cardboard carton bearing the warning: Human Blood. Biohazard indeed! Rash, C*nting Season, Tinkerbell, and See Me, Hear Me, Shush Me arrived, and the Mob was looking like a harem for the hare. Ah but Dancing Fool, Winkie and a couple of visitors - Pimpcicle and Squat - were soon there to even out the odds. Little Red Riding Wood came out of the woodwork. Lunar Digit, Cousin It, and Skin Fiddle, completed the crowd, so the hare designate made off with his flour, into the wilds.
Not a lot of parkland down them parts, but urban shiggy there is. Well place checks kept the pack mostly together, and after 20 minutes, maybe less, we were lured into a warehouse lot to share the promised SN - Tequila shots and mini-dixie cups. And a SWAT team. The culpatory evidences was quickly disposed of and trail was resumed, however reluctantly. Nothing like a burning sip o’ ‘Quila to take the fun outta the run. Marks eventually led near Geno’s where a small bevy of bimbos lost the trail and decided to saunter back to the bar. Cheep Show, Fur Snatcher, and Cause found Bastard Child and Beer Sucks. Skin Fiddle was next back, and Winkie, Pimpcicle and Tinkerbell also came in early. Some went across the street for food and some started early pitchers while we waited for the rest of the pack. And waited for the pack. And waited for the pack. They trickled in, in various states of exhaustion and frustration. Finally the original hare arrived, and at 9:50 E exhorted us to Shut the F*ck Up so we could begin the circle.
Turned out E had caught the hare early on and joined Tongue Twister for the first downs to down. Virgin Varinka, another Hold the Sausage special, was next, with the too-long absent L’il Red Riding Wood, followed by White House visitor Pimpcicle, who led us in Swing Low, and Cairo visitor Squat. Autohashers were accused - Bastard Child and Beer Sucks and Cousin It. Various violations were then made. Fursnatcher for cell-phone use, Lunar for having garlic on hand, Riding Wood for wearing a r*nning shirt, Tinkerbell for letting E have the flour, joined by Squat for being a Brit. Then Rash was called to duty for an official same naming for Fur Snatcher who had been named in Rash’s absence. And since there had been a naming, it was deemed that a re-naming was in order. Or a re-re-re-naming. See Me, Feel Me, Touch Me/See Me, Feel Me, Shush Me, aka Tommy was called up and battered with suggestions for a new moniker. Penis Finger, Gerbiler, Five Cents a Day, I Like it Short, Shut the F*ck Up, Shut Up and Put Out, F*cks in the Stacks, Worm, Night Suppository, and F*ck Off! were all under consideration. And, really, I thought F*ck Off! was the winner - can a hash have too many F*cking F*cks? But the official verdict is in and Katherine is now and perhaps always to be known as Stacks.
The revelry continued into the night, and it was good.
Oh, so belatedly submitted,
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