What a day to hash! With our private penthouse and Pulpit of Doom, the BFM was rarin’ to go after much debate over whether Winkie was in a Turkish prison and if he got there by flashing the throngs of young people down on South Street. I’m not sure the debate ever got solved but what we could conclude is that listserves are like road rage – their neither actually anonymous nor going to get you where you want to go any faster than playing nice and enjoying your beer. So since the mob has collectively a 15 second memory, despite the contributions of Mediocre and Stupid, Dublin D*ck, Snap Off – The S & M Man, Twat of Darkness, Rear Engineer, Porn to Fail, SheFelta Fish, Dr. Squeelgood, Big Tackle, Just Jose, Where’s my Vagina?, Midnight Tranny to Georgia, Softcore Analist, Post-Anal Drip, Tube C*ck, Up Her Alley, Bonsai Bush, Swollen C*ckpit, Piss Cycle, Just Clifford, Seiz’er TiTs, Short Distance Rimmer, Mr. Snuffleupamuff, Sleeps Around the C*ck, and Hold the Sausage, it became a great night for a hash for all involved.

Despite the fact that this On-Sec had high hopes to brave the treacherous Temple campus (as this is the closest we ever get to it), it was quite a sh*t trail. Running down the middle of the street, especially south Broad Street, was a joy as always, in addition to the box labeled “Large DFL” found discarded on the sidewalk (the clutch comment to that was “Really? Is Son of Goatf*cker in there?”). With Porn to Fail’s pension for back/forward/side checks and falses, it’s no wonder that the mob broke apart. Luckily Rear Engineer was there to offer no practical advice whatsoever, just a great knowledge of the city (what’s the use in that?).

They took us all over h*ll and back just to end up back at the beer check at Westy’s, which was warm and the Karaoke was already in full swing. Twenty or more minutes later, we ended at the Institute to enjoy both a sermon or DJ mix from the RAs and quite possibly the most amazing plate of nachos (oh yea, you’ll have to try them next time).

Circle

Hares: Porn to Fail and Rear Engineer

"Too many drug dealers"

"Most grievous short and shitty trail"

No Virgins

Visitors: Just Liz from PH3 – since when is that a visitor?! (down down song)

First/Last In: Piss Cycle, Bonsai Bush, Swollen C*ckpit

Cums Latlies: Dublin Dick, Dr. Squeelgood, Piss Cycle, Snap Off

Autohashers: Seiz’er TiTs, Short Distance Rimmer, Mr. Snuffleupamuff, Sleeps Around the C*ck, and Hold the Sausage

Accusations

For that thing around his knee (tech? medical device that does not contribute to sex?): Dr. Sqeelgood

For giving Short-Distance Rimmer a beer with a pussy hairball in it (and sadly not the accompanying pussy): Snap Off

…and for not appreciating getting that close to a pussy: Short-Distance Rimmer

For being Racists: Bonsai Bush, Post-Anal Drip, and Swollen C*ckpit

…and The S & M Man due to the “When one RA drinks…” rule.

For leaving Stan’s sh*t behind at the Green Dress run: Seiz’er TiTs

For thinking that Stan doesn’t leave her close lying around, and thinking she uses protection: Porn to Fail

…and Rear Engineer due to the “When on Hare dinks…” rule.

For ever confusing [Hold the] Sausage with Scooby [Snatch]: Snap Off

For having sex on trail: Twat of Darkness

…and although it was deemed acceptable hash behavior, Twat of Darkness drank away.

For unsuccessfully trying to die last week: Tube C*ck

…and Swollen C*ckpit and Sleeps Around the C*ck due to the “When one C*ck drinks…” rule.

For going down to Hillbilly and bring back both the Clap and the HashHerp: Mediocre and Stupid

…and for accusing what was deemed “Acceptable Hash Behavior”: Porn to Fail

For having a sinister glow tonight: The S & M Man and Bonsai Bush

…and for accusing our precious RA’s of such a slanderous (and fully correct) false accusation of “Acceptable Hash Behavior”: Dr. Squeelgood

For not going down south enough tonight: Rear Engineer

…and Porn to Fail due to the “When on Hare dinks…” rule.

For unsuccessfully trying to get hit by a car, and not actually throwing himself headlong into traffic: Big Tackle

For not going down south enough with Rear Engineer: Snap Off

For parading around the city with a giant C*ck on her tee shirt: SheFelta Fish

…and because C*cks roll together, Swollen C*ckpit, Tube C*ck, and Sleeps Around the C*ck

Birthday Side-Sides

Dr. Squeelgood

Midnight Tranny to Georgia

Post-Anal Drip

Announcements

Big Tackle: Come out to the PH3 for a sh*t trail through Wissihicken park this coming Saturday

Just Jose: Challenge for the BFM’s Chug Cape by a chug contest

Rear Engineer: On a more serious note, it seemed as if the BMF had a fan this evening, and Rear encourages caution for all Harriettes walking out alone.

And lastly, Twat of Darkness regaled us with some sort of “Sh*t…damn…mother f*cker” song/rhyme.

And as circle closed, it was clear that the idea that the flash in our mob is the best kind – neither young nor violent, but bringing forth the option for all to see!

On-On,

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