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(this is Shop...per Cuffy the Vampire Player's request I am correcting names and these corrections will be in bold font)
Date: June 15, 2018
Location: green room
Hares: Me Shrub you Long Time and Silence of the Goats
What: BFM #748
Hashers of the Grail
Baa! Ram Him
Shup and Fuck (seriously? Shup? autocorrect struggled to let me write Shup without changing it to at least Ship if not Shop)
Everything but Sex (Buttsex, because always Buttsex)
Slothy Seconds
Groundhog Lay
Tits of Steel
Seaman on the Poopdeck
Just Jenny
Judge Duty
Manuel Fiesta
He's a Lesbian
Just Ashley
Roller Girl
Donald Dick
Assassination
Gay Matthews Land (and while this oddly enough would make this name more coherent, it is actually Lamb...yeah, we still struggle with that one)
The cute one whose name I forgot (proving that Cuffy is definitely ONE OF US!)
Gather around dear halfminds as I relate to you the perilous and epic journey of the Hashers of the Grail. Libations were imbibed, live(r)s were lost, but were they able to complete their missive? Tuck in as I humbly share their tale.
The Hashers of the Grail gathered on a mild summer evening and, with only a few (questionable) marks to guide their way, set out in search of the holiest of Grails. Local Philadelphians gathered to see the Hashers off (translation, stared in confusion) as Baa! Ram Him fearlessly led the charge, clomp, clomping his way through the streets. The journey was long and tireless, with only the beacon of light to guide then forward coming from, what is quite possibly the brightest shirt in existence, Just Jenny.
But at last! The sign of the knights of Ni! With the temptation of sustenance, the Hashers of the Grail bravely searched the shrubbery. Just Jenny once again proved to be a real hero of the night by (on her second hash) locating the prize.
She was not the only hero though. This short respite proved to be very educational for the travelers as Slothy Seconds bravely guided them through the various uses, shapes, forms, and outputs of the many "pipes" in Philly. Needless to say, she had a rapt audience.
But the quest must go on! After briefly losing their way, the Hashers of the Grail generously stopped to entertain the locals with a song of their native culture (to their delight) and on they went
Their resolve was tempted as they passed so close to their homeland but they subsisted (except apparently Manuel Fiesta? But fear not, the loneliness drove him back). And at last! The most glorious of sights! The Grail was theirs to claim. They briefly rested to celebrate their victory before rushing (at top pace) back to their homeland to share the spoils of their victory.
Gathered together, safe and secluded in their (videotaped?) basement they related tales of the journey. And in celebration, raised their goblets in cheers to the (un)holy union of Roller Girl and Shup and Fuck (Shup? So it definitely wasn't a typo). Consumating the union in the traditional (and inexplicable) exchanging of the pants, the Hashers of the Grail watched on, and understood what was really the true Grail of the evening
*no shrubbery was harmed in the making of this rendition
Heard on trail: Tits of Steel (referencing Shup and Fuck? (I guess this is what I get for not remembering anyone's names)) "Nice guns, you hot piece of dick" #feminism?
Ps. There were announcements , but totally didn't know I was supposed to record that. They were all SUPER important. You're welcome