Hangover Helper Hash
Hangover Helper Hash
Date: 1.1.08
Hares: Out of Tuna / Anal 101
Location: 2115 Avalon Place in River Oaks
On a clear but chilly and breezy New Year's Day, Anal 101 and Outa Tuna hosted a run in the River Oaks area for hashers recovering from the previous night. The trail ran past some landmarks in the Anal-Tuna family, including the Petco in honor of the wounded Ripley, Grady's elementary school, and the home of Tuna's grandmother, who died in 2007. The six-mile trail ran around the high-rising yuppie residences in the Shepherd-San Felipe area before ending up at Happy Meal Park.
Roller Balls didn't start with the pack but joined when he noticed the hash parade running past his house. He brought his dog, Polly, no doubt for her body heat since the hash was shivering in the wind chill.
The Short Report. The first runners back were Grind Slut and French Drip, who had cleverly ranged and found a false mark which led them to a check, enabling them to cut at least a mile off the trail. The runner-up was Pee Pee, who had been handicapped by a baby jogger.
As the married hares were discussing administrative details like setting up the camp stove with rice and sausage, and/or the fire brazier with the decommissioned Christmas tree Anal intended to burn, Tuna offered a suggestion. Anal demurred and said, "But, I like your paranoia."
I overheard and commented, "Yes, and I like her pair o'...". Suddenly remembering I was talking to her husband, I finished "...eyes."
Grind Slut served as Religious Advisor. Since the RA drinks more than anybody else at a hash circle, this was a last gulp for Grind, who is going on the wagon until Marathon Day. He swears not to touch a brew until the Hash Mile. Which, by the way, seems by consensus to have a beach party theme this year. I don't know about you, but I plan to shop for a grass skirt with a fleece lining.
On-on,
Silent Dick
Date: 1.1.08
Hares: Out of Tuna / Anal 101
Location: 2115 Avalon Place in River Oaks
On a clear but chilly and breezy New Year's Day, Anal 101 and Outa Tuna hosted a run in the River Oaks area for hashers recovering from the previous night. The trail ran past some landmarks in the Anal-Tuna family, including the Petco in honor of the wounded Ripley, Grady's elementary school, and the home of Tuna's grandmother, who died in 2007. The six-mile trail ran around the high-rising yuppie residences in the Shepherd-San Felipe area before ending up at Happy Meal Park.
Roller Balls didn't start with the pack but joined when he noticed the hash parade running past his house. He brought his dog, Polly, no doubt for her body heat since the hash was shivering in the wind chill.
The Short Report. The first runners back were Grind Slut and French Drip, who had cleverly ranged and found a false mark which led them to a check, enabling them to cut at least a mile off the trail. The runner-up was Pee Pee, who had been handicapped by a baby jogger.
As the married hares were discussing administrative details like setting up the camp stove with rice and sausage, and/or the fire brazier with the decommissioned Christmas tree Anal intended to burn, Tuna offered a suggestion. Anal demurred and said, "But, I like your paranoia."
I overheard and commented, "Yes, and I like her pair o'...". Suddenly remembering I was talking to her husband, I finished "...eyes."
Grind Slut served as Religious Advisor. Since the RA drinks more than anybody else at a hash circle, this was a last gulp for Grind, who is going on the wagon until Marathon Day. He swears not to touch a brew until the Hash Mile. Which, by the way, seems by consensus to have a beach party theme this year. I don't know about you, but I plan to shop for a grass skirt with a fleece lining.
On-on,
Silent Dick
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