Once
Again Around the Slopes
Hash
Run #1246, February 15, 2010
Hare: Bondo Jovi
Location: Diamond Hill, Cumberland
Weather: Low 30's, some ice.
Present: Retard, Dr WHO,
Hairy Krishna, Wee Balls, Can’t Eat Pussy, Oozing SD, Just Anna, I Eat Teabags,
Just Leslie, Fuwangi Boner, Swamp Whine, Rusty, Shemale Man, Basket Boom Boom,
Dogmeat, Tinker, Short Shorts, Sphincter Sickle, Brigham Tongue, Dicks on
Broadway, and one or two others (maybe a virgin, even; but don’t worry, after
this, they’ll never show again, anyways.)
The Run:
It is unaccountable that the RIH3’s worst runs attract the most
hashers. Certainly, not enough of the new hashers fully understand the true
nature of His Bodhisattva-ness (this means the hare, for those not far on the
path of Bondo-enlightenment). Or can believe the warnings they have received.
But the old-timers certainly should have known better. This is what comes of not
having a life.
The hare was true to form. He exactly copied the DOB trail from two weeks before. It takes something, I
don’t know what, to do this and get away with it, all the while grinning like an
imbecile. And when I say “like an imbecile”, I really mean he IS an imbecile.
Unless you prefer moron. Or cretin, for that matter. But if the hare copies,
then so does the scribe.
Trail led out of the parking lot south, parallel to Sylvy’s Brook.
An inevitable check fooled no one, and they began the ascent after crossing the
stream on some planks. No shiggy, except a little snow was encountered. No one
got lost. Trail led northeast on a path to the old ski lift. It turned right and
went up the lift path at a steep grade. Some slipped a bit on the loose rubble
under the snow. But that’s about the only interest this trail had.
Near the top, a check split the party into three groups: one
heading straight up to the summit, one looping around to the right, and one
heading left. WHO knows which was the true trail. It really didn’t matter.
There’s not that much real estate up there. They ended up converging on the
north ridge, where they found the hare and the beer check. Seventeen minutes to
the beer! But, the hare had cut 25 yards off the trail from #1244, and had his
beer stashed a little closer to the out trail.
Bondo brew was shared. Surprise! Not
enough beer for the crowd. The singing filled the gap. This time, luckily, WIPOS didn’t hear. He was probably off searching Catamint
Hill for marks, not believing the hare could try to get away with a repeat,
two-weeks later. Trail back came down the actual ski slopes. That’s really all I
can think of to say. The circle was formed, the run rated, and not even the
bimbos could save the hare this time. Total: -69! Visitors, backsliders,
virgins, yada, yada. Hashit went to Shemale Man.
Finally, about half the group headed over to Woonsocket for some Bondo Pasta and beer. What more can I
say?
On On