BFM #547: COUSIN ITS TAILGATE HASH
How do you begin writing trash when you may have been the biggest shit show of the evening? Now I say that because I wasn’t aware of what most of the other hashers at Cousin Its Tailgate were doing if they were out of my immediate line of vision and more than five feet away from me, so it is possible that there were people worse off than me, but highly unlikely. For all of those who have not had the pleasure of experiencing being hammered while at a hash I will do my best to try and describe it for your future reference. You are aware of the fact that there are many people there but their names and their whereabouts are sort of foggy. Somebody shows up in front of you and you start chatting with them and much of it must be hysterical because both you and the person in front of you are laughing which is sad in a way because with no more than a stumble of the foot and a flash forward in time and that person is gone only to be replaced by somebody else who is also laughing. All ideas are brilliant except those put forth by people that think you should sober up because why on earth would you want to do something so sensible. I mean, so long as you know that the one idea that is inherently bad is using your keys for anything other than choosing who will be the sucker that will drive you to the next destination, all other decisions you make are awesome. I am sure that doesn’t do the shit show justice but at least it gives you a frame of reference. Oh, and by the way…I am sorry.
Ben Franklin Mob
Always runs on Thursdays at 7:30 PM with the pack out at 8 from various Philadelphia locations.