BFM #135 - Snakes on a Hash
Posted on September 21, 2006
PHILADELPHIA: I really wish I had a snappy intro this week, but I’ve been suffering through the most god awful allergies for the past two weeks, to the point that I want to peel my face off, not in a dramatic hey-I’m-REALLY-the-Tom-Cruise-Character-in-Mission-Impossible kind of way, but more in the horror movie kind of…well if I peeled my face off and I was really Tom Cruise that would be pretty horrific, too, so never mind. Did I mention I’ve been mixing my medications? Fabulous.
Right, so this week’s hash began at the fashionably dim Raven Lounge. Showing up this evening was the long-absent kayaker Sly Fox, Little Red Riding Wood, The Rash, Europe’en On Me (can we get a definite spelling?), Snowball, Stacks, Two Clump Chump, Bumper Humper, who clearly can’t resist the BFM, Virgins Just Amanda and Just Kate, Can You Hear My Now?, Just Jen, Plastic Pud, Sloppy Ho, Fruit of the Clue, She Man, Just John, and He’s A Lesbian, who supplied me with this really cool waterproof notebook that can allegedly be set down in beer and not lose everything written on it. Can’t wait to try that out.
Straws were drawn, and the hare this week was again Snowball, and Just Jen volunteered to go along to help him lay trail. Five minutes after they took off, since there were no responsible members of Mismanagement around, Can You Hear Me Now? gave the chalk talk and sent the hash on their merry way. I personally was off getting dinner during the hash, but it was reported that the high point of the trail was running by an AA meeting that had just gotten out in Rittenhouse Square. The second high point of the evening was smuggling Deep Flute’s younger brother into the bar, which I don’t think was technically illegal because he didn’t drink but as he walked in in front of a cop after Stacks blew their attempt to suavely circle the block, it was still exciting. In the meantime, autohashers E = My Cock Squared, Strap On, Little Fuckin’ Winkie and Tickle My Elmo arrived. The very cool bartender turned down the music in the back room, and the circle commenced.
The Circle, As Run By E My Cock Squared:
Hares - Snowball (and it would’ve been Just Jen, but she escaped early)
First In/Last In - Can You Hear Me Now?, Just John
Virgins! - Just Kate (the internet made her come), Just Amanda (Just Kate made her come)
Visitors - Bumper Humper from Colorado, and Plastic Pud from Philadelphia who told the following joke:
Q: What’s black and white and looks like a horse?
A: A zebra.
And when that didn’t get any laughs:
Q: What do you call a mushroom who buys drinks for everyone?
A: A Fungi!
(No, really. Show a body part next time.)
Long Time No See’er - Sly Fox
Autohashers - He’s A Lesbian, Rash, Little Fuckin’ Winkie, Deep Flute, Tickle My Elmo, Fruit of the Clue
Tech in the Circle - Winkie, Lesbian
False Accusation about being dressed well - Winkie
For Losing His CoHare - Snowball
Finally the Circle was closed. A very, very late Popeye’s Bitch showed up. There was drinking. One hasher went home with a woman from the bar. There was more drinking. One of the virgins asked how to join the BFM Away Team. (…heh.) More drinking. The end.
Announcements:
DC Red Dress Participants! - Sign up for the Lingerie Run Friday night if you haven’t already. Also, if you need a red dress, I have two extra. Email Rash.
October Philly Full Moon - Friday the 13th. Details to follow.
Overheard at the Hash
Popeye’s Bitch: I can’t talk to you. You’re just going to write it down.”
Just Jen: [to Winkie] Is that your wang?!? It IS!
On On,
The Rash
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