Run # 649 November 2, 1998
Hare: Ooozing Syphillitic Dick-ta-Phone
Write-up by: Hurling
The Start:
Arcadia Management Area
The hash congregated at the glowing pumpkin on the side of the road
along
the Acadia Park mismanagement area. OOzing
was the Hare. If you didnt go
exactly 6.2 miles and see a pumpkin, you were hosed. Several
of the 9
hashers who attended drove by the start in the pitch black of night
and had
to turn around. Seems Oozing was
not quite capable of buying a candle large
enough to make the dang pumpkin glow. Cheap
Licker apparently never made it
because she drove the 6.2 miles from the intersection and the pumpkin
was no
longer lit. Thats the last time she follows directions from Basket
she
said.
We set off on trail, attendees including EB
Ripta, Hurling, Nippy,
Basket, Tinker, Async, Bondo Jovi, and
Wipeus. It was pretty damn dark and
equally as cold. Make sure you purchase the energizer batteries
before
heading out, if your flashlight dies your screwed. On and On
the trail went
with Oozing prodding us along the way,
nothing like running a trail with a
damn Pakistani terrorist showing you where to run in the middle of
the night
with a flashlight. We had a nice beer stop on a huge rock overhanging
the
flowing water below. The full moon was quite nice as was the
beer and song
that ensued. Oozing sent us back
on trail as he got tired of the incessant
whining by Bondo. EB
Ripta complained about the cold weather, Bondo
didnt
like the beer, and the rest of us didnt know the fucking lyrics to
the songs
that Basket kept singing. We followed
trail about another 20 miles to the
end back at the original checkpoint by the cars. We sang a musical
review
relating mainly to women and the degradation thereof. Hurling
was called
into the circle to drink for being a wisitor. He mumbled some
excuse about
the Monday Night Football game being so lame that he decided to actually
hash with a bunch of wankers from our RI counterparts. Nippy
felt the same
way, or he would have been at the bar drinking beer and counting his
fantasy
football points. Tinker colored
his beard and was the only wanker to half
attempt a halloween costume, course he does that all by himself anyhow.
Bondo continued to whine as we did the
10 words or less on the run circle.
Everyone seemed to agree that OOzing should
stick to his day job, course the
wankers from Rhode Island love to whine about every trail ever set.
After a
few down downs and the presentation of the toilet seat hashit to Basket...
we ambled down the road to a local pub and drank and ate and carried
on.
on on
hurl