Vulcan H3 #234 — September 28, 2010

Howdy Hashers welcome to your first installment of “These are the Days of our Hash” by Momma Said.

Last week our trail was brought to us, not by $5 as was supposed to occur (slacker), but by several hashers participating in a pick-up hash. BG and Steamy lead the way taking us through ditches, weeds, and the ever loved, poop infested alleys. Picking up leg two of the trail was Missionary and Mamma Said who promptly got themselves stuck at a dead end and were pursued by the pack. Deciding it was moot to try and stay ahead, I decided to risk being pantsed. Missionary, on the other hand, chose to run like the wind and attempted to lay trail alone. Of course this was a very bad idea and he was promptly run down by some FRB. Udderly picked up the trail and completely failed at utilizing a tennis ball for booping. I find this very surprising as Udderly is very good with balls, or so I hear. After running through dog alley and traversing 4 foot tall hedges we find Udderly nonchalantly sipping the Champagne of Beerz behind a Publix. After the impromptu beer stop, at which I removed 3 of the 7 layers of my skin because of some allergy to weeds/poop/hedges we took off after Steamy. However, only half the pack decided to actually follow the trail back over two walls and through ‘abduction hotel’. Whew.

Circle was relatively uneventful; no one knew any songs and Missionary drank even for offences he did not commit. The Hash-it was revealed and cleverly adorned with the thesis that catalyzed the renaming of $5 to Dr. $5 Pooplong. The Hash-it was passed to CBILF for ruining the rest of his life and freeloading off of his girlfriend, who may or may not be a cowboy. The only other thing I remember is Children performing the daintiest Saftey Third I have ever witnessed, or maybe I just remember her taking her shirt off. Oh and something about $5’s nipple, but you’ll have to ask him about that.

XOXO
<3 Poon