Hash Trash 1520
17 September 2012
Venue: Arizona Grill
Hares: Cockroach, Panty Pockets
GM: Cockroach
Guest RA: Gary Glitter
What a cracking Hash! Boxer thought so too. Ok, so the Bride had seen it all before, but unlike her Groom it was a reasonable length (eek, did I just write that), we got back before dark, the Circle moved at a brisk pace, and the food was great. What more can I say.
On On
BoB
Well alright if you insist. Sir Lanceseslut entertained us with a new lot of dirty verses for ‘And the Hares….’ NWH will be hosted by Banzai in Mosquito Heaven – aka Upanga. The doyen of the Tanzanian brewing industry took umbrage at DumbAss drinking FANTA. Just Lyndsey from Manhattan likes the missionary position, which is a nice change from all those Cowgirl perversions that Americans are so fond of. Just Jim from Kirkinpilloch likes it upside down. And Just Rob, who knocks about with The Cock Doctor, likes it doggy style – he must be as happy as a pig in shit. Sad to report that John has had to have his legs amputated below the knee following a wild night out in Q Bar? but he is remarkably stoical about it. Stand-in Brides Aieeeeee and Nurse Ratched chose Inspector Gadget and John as their Grooms. Harriettes - who would you rather spend your wedding night with: – John or Inspector Gadget? – No, don’t answer that. As usual the serious business of finding a Hasher worthy of the Hashit degenerated into a right farrago of baseless accusations and counter-accusations, but for the record: Second Cumming was nominated for being Second Cumming, Inspector Gadget had smeared a fellow Hasher, Horny Goat had either had an ‘accident’ or was wearing ‘wet look’ shorts, and Strap On had been seen stretching her pelvic floor after the run. There was voting, spoiled votes, re-counts, appeals to a higher authority, but Strap On came through it all with her wig held high. And, as from time immemoral, the Circle ended with the singing of Swing Low Sweet Chariot. Hallelujah.