The First Annual Salman Rushdie "Satanic Verses" Hash
 
Run # 666  February 22, 1999

Hare:   Oozing Syphilitic Dick-ta-Phone

Write-up by:  Basket Boom Boom

The Start:   Diamond Hill State Park
 
Who was there:

Oozing Syph (hare), Bondo Jovi, Jake, Buster (GM), WIPOS,
WIPOS's Bitch-in-heat, Async, Basket, Little Neck, and Itchy Brother


Who was not there:

Trail Hoover (Co-hare, had enough of Ooozing the day
before), Cheap Licker (date with Joe Mechanic, stood up the hash), and many
other wimps that couldn't take the cold…What?  It's not that cold. It's up to
a balmy 18 degrees F., with a mild 30-knot breeze.

The hare was dressed in a devilishly delicious red outfit, which fit well to
the theme.  An impatient Bondo and his 4 legged hounds departed early, to make
the grade up the steep trail a lollygag affair.  Soon after the hare gave
directions, and the rest of the pack found trail along the vacant parking lots
of Diamond Hill Park.  A check had the hounds checking up and down the
vertical cliffs of the old ski area.  Confused at first by the lack of clearly
marked white flour on white granite rock; the hare called the pack on still
higher.
Bondo was found at the top calling "On F", and thinking he said "B" we
converged on his spot only to be found off trail at a false. 
Async found trail again and lost it quickly, but using his inStincks, he
continued straight uphill.  The bulk of the pack followed the trail like
lemings, as once again Oozing pointed the way.  Oozing was by this time
missing his co-hare, and as many of the pack complained of missing marks, he
explained that; "Trail Hoover set this part".  The devilish hare had us cover
every inch of the old ski trail network, and eventually we found beer hidden
at a high overlook at the headwall.
A hellish wind blew straight in our faces, but it didn't deter our singing and
beer slugging.  WIPOS's bitch tried to Butt Fuck our Grand Master. Not having
a dick didn't deter her from humping Buster. Oozing looked on jealously as he
remembered Jake's throbbing member up his butt at last week's hash.  Soon
whining began about the fuckin' cold and the pack started downhill.
We eventually wound up at the start, and circled up to Down-down's and song.
Oozing drank for the hare's; WIPOS for the Hashit offense of his bitch fucking
the Grand Master, and the fastest Swing Low in history had us off to the OnOn.
Guinness and Bass Ale pitchers were quickly placed in front of us at Grumpy's
and food was quickly devoured before we adjourned to our homes for the night.
The run was rated a generous 6.9, even though most of the trail was stolen
from Bondo, on the"Shortest Trail of 98", but it lacked the spontaneity and
interests (home brew) of a Bondo Hash.
    

 

Return to RIH3 Lies........