BFM #104 - The Torch, She is Passed
Posted on February 16, 2006
16 February 2006 - Here’s a fun fact: To celebrate the end of the old Mis-Management and the incoming Mis-Management, the old, worn-out GM (Rash) and the brand-new, enthusiastic GM (C*nting Season) elected to pre-lay trail together for the BFM AGM. In the fine style of BFM disorganization, however, neither one brought flour. After several increasingly frantic convenience store trips, an executive decision was made and so trail this Thursday was set in pancake mix.
SO! Trail laid, the two GMs returned to McGillin’s as hasher began to arrive. Dancing Fool and Nut Cruncher were there, as well as Spankin’ Private Ryan, Scooby Snatch, Popeye’s B*tch, Cause for Blindness, Nice Shoes, Wanna F*ck?, Little F*ckin’ Winkie, Fur Snatcher (who had arrived to study, not to hash), Hold the Sausage, Can You Hear Me Now?, Tinkerbell, and Dances with Bum’s Urine. Two unsuspecting visitors had also shown up, Fiber Optic from Carolina Trash and Bubble Beaver from Boston. "On On!" was called, and they were off. Rash elected to sweep the trail, and it’s a good thing she did, because it took you wankers twenty minutes to find the first three blocks of trail. A few intrepid (read: lazy) hashers followed Rash directly to City Hall. Along the way, the late arriving Strap-On and E=My Cock Squared and Sly Fox appeared on trail. Finally, everyone located the trail that disappeared underneath City Hall through the Broad Street subway platform. The Mob emerged on the other side of City Hall, past Bum’s Urine’s fountain, through Love Park, and down the Ben Franklin Parkway to the Art Museum. Along the way, someone asked "Is this a BFM Greatest Hits trail?" Yes, yes it was. The Mob continued, up and down the Art Museum steps, through the nearby neighborhood, and onto a beer check at the Cherry Street Tavern. And there were a bunch of surprises at the beer check. Hold the Sausage and as few others had lost trail, but had sensibly worked out where the beer check would be. But also at the bar was Magellan, Bunyip, and Nails QFU, maybe there for work, maybe just celebrating Magellan’s birthday, I don’t know. Either way, after a few pitchers and a chorus of Happy Birthday, the Mob was off again, straight down Chestnut Street back to the bar.
Back at the bar, Cause and Nice Shoes were relaxing with Just Sean. Stacks, Skin Fiddle, Tastes Like Chicken, Thumbo Suavé, and Oral Oh! had also arrived. Pitchers were ordered from our Roller Derby waitress Gori Amos, and drinking got underway. As did the circle!
The Circle, run by E=My Cock Squared:
Uh…there was a lot of drinking. And there wasn’t room on my scrap of paper to record the down-downs. But that’s ok, because after the circle, the election results were announced, and those, I remember:
BFM Year 3 Mis-Management
GM - C*nting Season
RA - Scooby Snatch, Emergency Backup RA - Skin Fiddle
Triple Sec - Rash, Oral Oh, Hold the Sausage
Here’s to another year of debauchery!
On On,
Rash
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