BFM # 227 – A re-run
Posted on July 3, 2008
Despite Up Her Ali’s clues, there were several people who did not understand the significance of 227. Although we didn’t go down to DC to visit the famed stoop of our youth, we did see many familiar sights. Our first familiar sight was the bar Westy’s, home of Karaoke and the famous Westy’s Fries. Our next familiar sight was the return of Little Fucking Winki, who only comes to town when we are at Westy’s, I’m beginning to think that he didn’t actually move, he just lives underneath the bar. To his defense he did bring Just Karen with him, a very convincing Canadian.
Who Came:
Anal ProBoner, Atilla the Hung, Big Tackle, Billy G Goate, Cause for Blindness, Cousin It, Cunting Season, Dublin Dick, Fiber Opdick, Flounder, Fruit of the Clue, Heave Ho, He’s a Lesbian, Hold the Sausage, Holy Fuck, Jingle Ballzzz, Just Dev, Just Jen, Just Jess, Just Julie, Just Karen, Just Neighbor John, Just Peter, Just Stephanie, Lick Hymen, Little Fuckin Winkie, Little Red Riding Wood, Midnight Tranny to Georgia, Nappy Headed Ho, Panic Button, Pink n’ Puffy, Piss Cycle, Plastic Pud, Popeye’s Bitch, Radar, S&M Man, Scooby Snatch, Short Distance Rimmer, Skin Fiddle, Sloppy Ho, Subcuntinent, The Rash, Three Balls, Two Clump Chump, Up Her Ali, Virgin Pimp, Working Girl
The Trail:
Note: Like so many of the BFM’s daily activities, this trail had a secret plot. In an attempt not to divulge top secret information, it was discovered several hashes ago that a certain cross-dressing pilot, made an emergency landing in an undisclosed country, and happened to buy several cases of quality German beer. It was further discovered that said hasher was willing to share this stash with the hash (rhyming unintentional). Since there was a beer check already in the works, I am willing to give this trail “theme status” which excludes it from the rigorous scrutiny that a not purpose laid trail would normally endure. That being said, here goes…
Little Red Ridding Wood agreed to escort Working Girl on what I think was his maiden voyage (we have enacted an unofficial rule that all virgin layers bring a helper, and for good reason). On her way out the door, Wood asked me to run chalk talk in her absence, I’d like to think it had to do with my esteem within the hash or my ability to command a crowd, but more likely I was the first person of vague importance that she saw on her mad dash out the door. Luckily for me (and all of you) our illustrious GM showed up and took the reigns. We were introduced to some virgins and some visitors and then off we went. Trail went west then north then east. After being chastised by the back of the pack for running to slow, I made my way up to the front, were I found some of our newer members leading the way. How did I know they were new? They didn’t realize the Hares were a block ahead of them. I yelled “on hare” and took off. Working girl took off and being the gentleman that he is left Ridding Wood in his dust, feverishly trying to lay marks. After a two block battle, they gave up, and informed me of the beer check. I declined to take over, but decided to join them in laying. After instructing the virgins to give us 5min we took off towards Working Girl’s, a old Artist’s material warehouse on Buttonwood St. W Girl and I went up to get the beer, while Ridding Wood was sent down to open the parking lot gate. We walked out the door to the elation of the pack who was eagerly awaiting the promised beverage. As we divvied up the beers, which all had different methods of opening, the other hare rounded the corner gate remote in hand. Some how she got lost walking down three flights of stairs? As the pack consumed their beverages a confused neighbor returned home from the gym, hell of a welcome home. I offered him a beer and explained who we were, and he was instantly intrigued, who wouldn’t be. As we stood around Just Jess decided to fix her hair, with her beer still in her hand, and spilled half of it on our host who was kneeling down to retrieve a beer for another hasher. The beer check rapped up and the pack took off. We started running west back towards the bar when at the corner of Market and Callowhill, the trail “thinned” out a bit. The pack of new FRB’s wanted to look for more trail, I explained that we were a block away and it was ON IN, but they insisted in following in the footsteps of E and finding every mark (there were no more marks).
Circle:
It’s Westy’s so that means outside circle, I seem to recall last time I could barely write I was so cold.
Hares: Working Girl/ Little Red Ridding Wood
First in/ Last in: Pisscycle-Anal ProBoner (really it was Subcuntinent but she refuses down-downs whenever possible)/ Lick Hyman-Working Girl
Virgins: Just Karen by Little Fucking Winki, and Just John by the Hash
Visitors: Panic Button from H5, Dublin Dick from Hokesin, Just Stephanie from New Jersey Bimbos
Cums Lately: Little Fucking Winki, Attillia the Hung, Big Tackle, Fiber Opdick, Just Peter (were not sure about this one, I swear he is a transplant from Erie, via Beijing, but he claims he hashed with us once like a year ago)
Auto Hashers: Skin Fiddle, Heave Ho, Hold the Sausage
Accusations:
(Here is another on of those re-runs I was telling you about)
As the accusations were being announced a car pulled into the lot and headed towards us, was this it, where we busted by the fuzz. Not quite Fruit of the Clue literally auto-hashed right into the circle, so of course he drank for that.
He’s A Lesbian for picking his nose on trail
Two Clump Chump for catching the hare and not removing an article of clothing
Just Julie for tech on trail (she doesn’t drink so Lick Hymen stood in for her, us chosen ones gotta stick together)
Just Jess Alcohol abuse (see beer check)
Little Red Ridding Wood Alcohol abuse (she was so excited when Fruit showed up, that she knocked over a beer)
At this point it was announced that we had a birthday and Cunting Season was called in to do a side-side, she took the beer, but said she wasn’t doing on her side. I didn’t know we had a choice, but seeing as how must of us are intimidated by her, no one argued. Then Fiber jumped into the circle exclaiming it was his birthday also. Between all the noise and the fact that Pink and Puffy was yapping in my ear, I don’t know if this was for real or not. But in any event he completed his down-down in proper form.
Announcements:
Full Moon Bash (Bike Hash): Too late it already happened, but we did name Just John
Phillies Tailgate: I don’t know the details it’s like a month away, ask Cousin It
BFM #228: Cherry Street Tavern, see the website for more info
Bruce-a-palooza: There is a web site www.bruce-a-palooza.com (it’s real I checked it out)
Over Heard at the Hash:
Cause for Blindness “How long did it take him to get it off?”
Anal ProBoner to Holy Fuck “Can I put Winki’s keys in your butt?”
On, on,
Two Clump Chump
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