BFM # 216 – Manayunk the NEW “Place where we drink”
Posted on April 13, 2008
I went out on a limb to get 105 Social lined up with drink specials/food, and at 7:45 with only 6 hashers to speak of, I was getting worried. But, my fears dissolved at around 7:50 when the pack started arriving in mass. The long trip out to the Yunk was not a strong enough deterrent against the unbelievable weather we were graced with.
Who Came:
All Turd Boy, Anal ProBoner, Big Tackle, Cause for Blindness, Cousin It, Cunting Season, E=MC2, First Down, Flounder, Fruit of the Clue, Heave Ho, Hold the Sausage, Jingle Ballzzz, Lick Hymen, Little Red Riding Wood, Mr. Snuffleupamuff, Pink n’ Puffy, Popeye’s Bitch, Radar, Rear Engineer, S&M Man, Son of Goat Fucker, Short distance Rimmer, The Rash, Two Clump Chump, Up Her Ali, Virgin Pimp, Finger in the Dyke
The Trail:
We drew straws, and everyone’s favorite hasher picked the short one, you guessed it E=MC2. I informed him that I had a keg of Blue Moon on tap and if he could find his way to my house, we could beer check there. He agreed and set off on trail. After a few minutes Rear Engineer called everyone for chalk talk. We realized we had no virgins, and somehow forgot about our visitor, so off we went. Now anybody who has ever been to Main Street Manayunk knows there is only one way to go, up. And up we went, but after a few blocks we hit one of the famous steps. Knowing E, I started checking up the steps, and about half way up the pack called out on on, and headed back down the hill. Annoyed I trotted back down the steps, and through a creative maneuver of simply going over one block, I bypassed the circle-jerk and met up with the pack. The trail continued in this fashion for what seemed like hours, all the while heading farther away from my house. I got separated from the pack, but finally caught up on the way back down the hill. At this point I realized there would be no beer check and we were too far past my house for an impromptu. We ended up on Main Street with the usual stares and comments, and then finally pulled up to the bar. The pack slowly trickled in exhausted by the 4 mile trek up and down the hills of Manayunk. One hasher inquired into the rumored beer check at Two Clumps, to which E replied “F*ck Two Clump, I was in the zone”. As an FRB myself, I enjoyed the aggressive jaunt through the streets I have grown to love, but I think some of the back packers wouldn’t have minded a break at the summit.
As the mismanagement went to work securing the $4 pitchers of “real beer” the cook brought out a selection of tasty treats. It almost looked like a Philly Hash with the pack focusing on eating, and drinking something other than PBR, rather than starting circle. After an extended social break circle was called by the elegantly dressed Little Red Ridding Wood
Circle:
Hares: E=MC2
First in/ Last in: Son of Goat Fucker / Cause (the eternal pair)
Visitors: Finger in the Dyke from TBH3
Cums Lately: First Down (Goat Fucker tried to claim they are a unit and he was present last week)
Auto Hashers: Little Red Ridding Wood, Up Her Ali, Jingle Ballzzz, Hold The Sausage, Fruit of the Clue, The Rash, Lick Hyman
Accusations:
Long Distance Rimmer for tech in the circle
Virgin Pimp for trying to convince cause to take “the option”, Long Distance yelled out ”since when is the option a bad thing” as you can guess he was back in the circle
The Rash, Fruit of the Clue for wearing new shoes (when will he learn) this brought in Up Her Ali and Cunting Season under when one GM drinks
Mr. Snuffleupamuff for forgetting to erase the porn on his camera before trying to take hash pictures
Little Red Ridding Wood for organizing the down down beer in color order and Rear Engineer under when one RA drinks
Up Her Ali, E= MC2, Cause for Blindness for wearing matching outfits and Cunting Season and The Rash under when one GM drinks
Announcements:
Philly Hash Sat 4/12 at Druids Keep
Philly Full Moon: Pink Moon Hared by Hold the Sausage and Sub Cuntinent
With that, Circle was closed and the hash went back to eating and drinking. While conversing with Long Distance Rimmer, Cause came over with cell phone in hand and showed Rimmer a picture of why we don’t encourage the option from her. Luckily for me, I averted my eyes in time. Most of the pack stuck around for awhile enjoying the nice beer selection and remaining food scraps, while a secret meeting between Hold the Sausage, E, and Strap-on, was held. While several of us pondered the origin and meaning of the mysterious Crosswalk Robots found throughout the city.
When asked what the pack felt of this bar, the suggestion of 105 social as home to the dartathalon was voiced, I guess that means they liked it? All in all a fun night was had, so for those of you who opted not to take the trip out to the yunk, sucks for you.
Over Heard at the Hash:
Mr. Snuffleupamuff "Luna, strong enough for a Woman, but made for a Man; wait, f*ck"
On, on,
Two Clump Chump
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