Hare: Cheap Licker
Write-up by: Cheap Licker
The Start:
North Kingstown Park 'N Ride
They came between the holidays...only to get wet...very, very wet....
A handful of pitiful wankers on the quest for good beer were greeted
by
the hares, Cheap and Basket....already
soaked from the hard driving rain
after running to the start of the run. The red floury substance used
to
mark trail, covered their persons, and looked as if a murder had been
committed. Fearless they were, those hashers, nothing could stop their
quest for good beer. WIPOS, Async,
Bondo, Oozie and some lowlife Newport
wanker who goes by the handle Spank Me
were off at the sound of the
legendary RI horn...led by the hounds Jake
and SOB. Sliding most of the
way, with freezing rain in their faces, down to the shores of
Narragansett Bay, no tricks yet....although there was banter about
a
circle jerk....the only jerk was Bondo
falling flat on his face from
tripping on a rather large obvious brick...damn, he's not hurt....one
less beer for the rest of us....
On down the beach with the whining of ....ooohhh, my pussy hurts and
it's sooooo hard to run on the sand! Suck it up boys! A mile or so
later
with a rather uneventful jog down the beach, we came upon the long
awaited beer stop and warmed our souls by the virtual fire. A well
thought out plan of the elder of the hares: carry 400 pounds of wood
about 3/4 of a mile so it can sit in the rain and get wet....it'll
light
and be warm and glowing by the time we get to the beer stop....that's
his story...always a dreamer, that Basket.
The smarter of the hares...the only female wanker
present...decided,..well OK, begged, pleaded and groveled that it was
just too cold to go on...and the trail was washed out from the rain
anyway....please, lets go home and drink warm, mulled cider and be
happy. It worked! So there we were, the sorry lot of us, shortcutting
to
the cars so we would not die of hypothermia.
We piled in the cars of the hares....cleverly left at the end of the
trail....and brought everyone back to the start. Delayed only by the
drug dealer who was making a deal with one of his clients....that would
be Oozie, our CIA double agent drug dealer....that's
Pakistani for
psychiatrist...we formed a caravan to Cheap's
house and stuffed
ourselves with spicy food, good beer and warm cider.