Run # 628 June 15, 1998
Hare: Bondo Jovi
Write-up by:
Basket Boom Boom
The Start:
Joe's Rock, Wrentham
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From: Basketbb@aol.com
To: chrisc48@HOTMAIL.COM
Cc: Janson, Karen; ricktjader@ids.net; BondoJovi@aol.com
Subject: Re: shiggy with Bondo??? an underview
Date: Tuesday, June 16, 1998 9:56AM
Necker rarely shows his bulging gut anymore, now that he's got a steady
lay. She did ask him why he wasn't going to Tittsburgh, and that
it would be
all right with her. I think the magic is rubbing off on
her part, and it
will be only a short time before she kick's him out on Monday nights...if
just
for the quiet.
Bondo's hash lived up to its billing. After 8 inches of rain in
2 days,
every trail was a river and every stream was a live threatening adventure.
The air was relatively warm, but after an hour and a half on trail
the body temp
was down to air (about 70). All penis's were but specks on the
body, and
only Shine On's nipples showed any increase in size.
Yes, Shine On was there, as was Tinker, and having just arrived from
Thailand, he used his friendship with the hare to find a walkers trail
to the
beer. Ooozing, Shine On, and Basket did the required circle jerk around
the
pond at Joe's Rock, but not realizing what it was, looked for further
trail in
the woods. We crossed many thorn encrusted shiggy pits, apple
orchards
awash with flood, and finally bushwhacked a mile or more to finally
return to the
start, where an arrow pointed across the street to the start of the
true trail.
I had lost Shine On and Ooozing in the wood, left a sign that I had
returned, ran back up the hill to call them in, and finally started
out on trail 1
1/2 hours after the start. Moments later as I was blowing horn,
the
familiar return of Bondo's horn gave me hope that beer was not far.
Disappointment came quickly as I found the wankers walking in, 2 beer
left out of the 8
home- brews brought in, and 2 fairly happy wet hashers barely willing
to share
their last beer with me.
We arrived back at cars and found no Shine On or Ooozing, so a search
party ensued. I ran back up that fucking hill for the third time
tonight,
while Bondo drove the street like a whore in heat. The wankers
finally
arrived, having made the entire trail and found no beer at the beer
stop. We
started changing into dry clothes and as I stood watching Shine On
rubbing
Poison Ivy lotion over her perky breasts, my thought ran back to Pittsburgh.
Somehow in the rain, cold night air, those perky breasts with nipples
out an inch
seemed almost inviting in that Bondo beer haze. Then thoughts
of Worm having
his mouth around them, even so very long ago, and disgust ran though
my
body. I vomited, and returned to normalcy. Thank God I
still have my self
respect.
Love Basket
My dear Basket,
You pathetic d*ckhead. My glorious nipples were never in the mouth of
the Worm. You need another excuse for your uncontrollable gag reflex,
and it is not I. The infamous encounter to which you refer did not
involve such tawdry misdeeds such as nipple sucking, thanks only to
my
virtuous will power and a certain intuitive aversion to involving myself
with a drunken lecher.
In defense of the slight indulgence I did allow myself, I did not know
at the time that Mr. Worm was married, otherwise even the face-sucking
never would have happened. Oh well, we learn hard lessons in life
sometimes; our heroes are tarnished, we are misled and we go on
searching. My nipples remain unsucked by the likes of Rhode Island
and
Rumson, and shall remain so - forever.
OnON! to the 2nd Annual New England Red Dress Run,
Shine On "white as the driven snow" Harvard Moon ('!')