When: 3/31/2016
Hares: International Dicklomat
In attendance:
Hares: International Dicklomat
In attendance:
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Uncharacteristically, RA extraordinaire Silence of the Goats found herself running chalk talk all by her lonesome on this temperate March evening. Being the consummate leader and designated driver that she is, SOTG made the command decision right then and there that the pack would ABANDON the beer near in favor of more athletic pursuits...
At this news, the pack remained curiously silent, so off we went.
Despite this near coup d'etat of standard hash protocol, the pack found itself not at one, but at TWO beer nears - but not before an epic cock tease of a false trail, 80% of the way up to our old abandoned railroad jaunt at the Trestle. A few tears and rolled ankles later, the pack found itself back on track to the true beer near at the Trestle Inn where, in a shocking display of Maoist suppression,
we were explicitly told that drawing 4x scale cock pics on their patio furniture would be looked down upon.
In the wise words of Michelle Tanner - HOW RUDE!
A short time later, the hash wound its way to the second beer near of the night at the Lorraine on 15th and Ridge. This hasher suspects that there will be many Thursday nights to come at this hidden gem of a bar, which can sustain all the cornhole and public urination that the hash can throw at it, so let's consider this a challenge people. Here are some other highlights from the evening:
At this news, the pack remained curiously silent, so off we went.
Despite this near coup d'etat of standard hash protocol, the pack found itself not at one, but at TWO beer nears - but not before an epic cock tease of a false trail, 80% of the way up to our old abandoned railroad jaunt at the Trestle. A few tears and rolled ankles later, the pack found itself back on track to the true beer near at the Trestle Inn where, in a shocking display of Maoist suppression,
we were explicitly told that drawing 4x scale cock pics on their patio furniture would be looked down upon.
In the wise words of Michelle Tanner - HOW RUDE!
A short time later, the hash wound its way to the second beer near of the night at the Lorraine on 15th and Ridge. This hasher suspects that there will be many Thursday nights to come at this hidden gem of a bar, which can sustain all the cornhole and public urination that the hash can throw at it, so let's consider this a challenge people. Here are some other highlights from the evening:
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That about covers it for #632. In an aside, you may have noticed that Hash #630 is curiously missing from the trash. As one who aspired to achieve 100% trash on the year - this one injured me. After some investigating, turns out we can blame Uncle Bad Touch for the whole fucking snafu. Taco - I still love you.
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