- AGM next week at BierStuebe $15
- Final Nominations: Chicken Little Tits for On Sec; Just Alper for Hash Flash
- Philly Full Moon: You missed it. Just Dave (Jesus) was named Commando Christ; Just Beth tried to milk a Greek man. Shop ‘n’ Fuck took it like a man.
- Just Alper is doing something in a canoe in the summer or spring or whenever.
Circle and Accusations:
- Hare: Urine Luck – Trail was awesome and shitty. Not enough shot checks. And the hairs…
- Visitors: Queer Kitten Genitals, Scooby Goo H5 (Rocks) PMG (1) sang an original Stranger Danger; Scooby sang Free Beer for all the Hashers.
- Autohashers (social) Taco? “Never Leave Camp” I Barely Know Her, Hole “no fun til Aug 17” Patrol, Red Hot Chili Pussy, Donald Death, Just Tag, Broken Rod, Uncle Fister, Just “Ghullie Man” Alper, Spare My Finger (Injured Reserve), Scooby “I came from (at?) work” Goo, (Great)Tits of Steel, Manual Fiesta, Chicken Little Tits. Hello Again My Furry Friend
- First In/Last In: Chorizo I’m hungry so I’m not going to have Roast Beef, I’m gong back to the bar” Curtains/Gag “I have to take this call” Reflex (because someone pushed me in ahead “who said head, yadda, yadda Vikings, yadda) You Can tell By the Smell….
- Latecummers: Bukhaki in the Kitchen (left before circle), Ms. Little Tits, RHC Pussy, The Period Changes Everything,
- No Jello Shots? Gelatio, Kerfight??? Chorizo Curtains
- PCBV ? Gelatio, Matt ?, Just Jason, R, FB N. I have no idea. None.
- Urine Luck hared, by choice or chance.
- It snowed. A week late and only for about 5 minutes, but it was fun while it lasted.
- The pack stayed together for the most part, due to everything looking like marks, and, of course, the stunning abilities of the Hare. We zigged and zagged our way through City Hall, the Toy Plaza, and Love Park to a . . .
- BN at the stairs down to the basement of the parking garage, where our hare and helpers were pouring Shots Near. Lots of Rum and Coconut. A gallon of shots. We all had several. Except Hole Patrol who urged the hare to go straight back to the bar. Ignore him, he doesn’t really rule the hash, only the cash.
- More trail. Past the Franklin Institute or the Acad O’ Science, down the “forested” area of the BFParkway, then downhill along a fence to the railroad tracks and the river run. Then back on the streets to . . .
- SN at Cherry Street Tavern. (The hare was being consistent with his mismarkings.) There was beer and food, and water, and light beer. Chorizo Curtains showed up having lost trail but figuring where we were goin. We played flippy cup and flippy shot. Eventually we went back on trail/On-In to find a passle o' autohashers.
- Broken Rod
- Bukakke (Early Withdrawal) in the Kitchen
- Cameo appearance by Monet Moaner
- Cause for Blindness
- Chorizo Curtains
- Donald Dick
- Gag “No Skin” Reflex
- Gay Matthews Lamb
- Gelatio or Jellatio
- Hold the Sausage
- Hot Cockolate
- Just Alper
- Just Jason
- Just Tag
- Manual Fiesta
- Red Hot Chili Pussy
- Spare My Finger 2
- Taco? I’ve only know her for 15 years!
- The Period Changes Everything, with his blinking FBI ankle bracelet.
- Tits of Steel
- Uncle Fister
- Urine “Pretty, Pretty Pittsburgh” Luck
It was an almost pleasant evening, we parked indoors and there were $3 PBR pounders at Cavanaugh’s Rittenhouse where the pack met. Surely the fairweather (Not the Phairweather!) hashers would be out in force. Well, maybe not. It was a small pack that ventured out. Of course, later, we would pack the back room, so to speak.
Cause for Blindness
1 Apparently he’s been renamed every time he “moves” to another hash. When I met him he was Red Eye for the Queer Guy, then suddenly he was Post Master Genital. Then, he moved away from H5 and returned as Kitten Mittons. I think he needs a BFM name, too.
2 “I have a silkie and a sizzle” The things you learn when you google people’s hash names. The image I followed is post # 4 or so. Large images of fingers, inspecting chickens. Fascinating. Also, trust me, don’t google “Spare My Finger” images right after breakfast. I almost lost mine.