Hares: Pounded in the Can and Statutory Consent
What: BFM #752
Shop and Fuck
Baa Ram Him
and me! Cuff me the Vampire Player
As I carefully pen this rendition I'm sitting, more then a little buzzed, in a bar surrounded by people discussing the various things they would masturbate to when they were 13. I now understand how the hash came to be....
But I digress, back to the hash. With it's doors about to close (And open in a new location, relax everyone) we all gathered at Tabu. I was personally very excited to be back with my own kind (the gays, not you all). Of course, Tabu is mostly a gay men's sports bar, but points for effort. We stored out stuff in a questionably safe basement and headed out. After Shop and Fuck kicked some (potentially) homeless people off their stoop he talked us through the marks and we were on-out.
And boy was it an exciting run.... straight down broad st. Finally we hit south st and got a small break. Taking a left we found a wave check (?) And promptly hailed a cab. Luckily we were saved by Baa Ram Him loudly yelling "EVERYBODY RUN" which I'm sure was not alarming for the cabbie at all...
But finally, the BN, where we found our Hares sprawled out on wet lounge chairs, it's a choice? And got a surprise visit from Dancing Fool and AssAssination.
And so began the debate that spanned the night- ownership rights on the origin of Lobster Dick. Slothy Seconds vs. 60K9 - the poll will be up later for you to submit your vote. Then the police cut the party short and we were off again.
The second part of trail started out eerily similar to last week? With one super gross addition. Y'all, Slothy Seconds licked a slide. And I don't mean any slide, a children's slide right after we discussed how strongly it smelt of urine.
But we pressed on, and after one very confusing intersection we ran several blocks before realizing we had lost Shop and Fuck! Slothy Seconds yelled OnOn several times before we saw Shop and Fuck pop out of an alley like four fucking blocks away. And if you're detecting jealousy in that statement, that is accurate since I just had to almost mime my beer order to the bartender two feet away. But who knows, maybe the urine slide gave her super powers.
Together again we set off, but sadly Just Megan rolled her ankle. Not that any of us complained about walking, let's be real. But luckily we had Just Jay who stayed in sight to make sure we didn't get lost and we made it to the SN. This is getting SUPER long, so let's just say there was some wine and the Hares were looking out for any potential yeast infections with some cranberry shots. And then we headed back to the bar.
Back at the lovely basement we circled up with our autohashers Roller Girl and Uncle Fister. Notable accusations (aka. the ones I remembered to write down): The hares were called out for setting up a father daughter spank check. 60K9 for scaling a gate at the pic check and hanging there quietly asking "take my pic?". And again, about the Lobster Dick thing. Just Jay also tried to sneak it past us, but happy birthday!
Announcements: Baa Ram Him is leaving! There were others, but I sunk into such a deep depression after that one....