Run #406 It Never Rains on Duct Tape
It
rained, it poured, it pissed and then it stopped. Of course it
stopped it was time for the Gypsies, favorites of the Hashing
Gods. No one in their right mind expected anyone to show up and no
one in their right mind did. Had they cloned I R Stupid? Now
there’s a frightening thought. On closer inspection it was clear
that the only thing the pack shared was the same level of stupidity
and fondness for alcohol as I R. Enter The Gerbil
gathered the loons at the Willie Brown Parking Memorial at the west
end of Kezar Stadium where B W (Before Willie) Arguello crossed Kezar
Drive. Desperate to silence the plaintive whining of Bigfoot
and Scarlett O’Hairy for a male preacher the Sacred
Missal was proffered to Houseboy a Whine and Chowder
wanker of the first caliber. He proceeded to give a sermon that would
have won him acolytes in the Castro. Just how odd he was should have
been apparent when he referred to Snakeless as “that
gentleman.” Luckily he never got introduced to virgin Just
Head or it could have gotten ugly. Trail crossed into the park
and meandered hither and yon with an emphasis on the yon. Gerbil,
ever the dreamer, had announced a new set of marks leaving Naked
Hasher burbling to himself in fear. When one reaches his ripe old
age new information does get a tad scary to process. Trail left the
park and meandered through the Haight to Buena Vista Park
disappearing into its dark bowels. King Rongjon, T/BC,
Fits In, and Just Don along with the ever faithful
Duncan and Parker chose exercise their minds rather
than their legs and get into the head of the hare. Duncan and
Parker came closest. While others were slogging through the
park in search of trail the wiser heads skirted the issue and
searched for trail back on the streets. They were rewarded with a
brilliant shortcut that brought them to home and hooch in a timely
manner. Glory Hole had an even better idea and just
showed up to drink. Of course he was wearing shorts so he could claim
that he meant to *un. The sharpest knife in the drawer was Likes
To Lick who spent the evening in the Kezar then walked over to
the piss up. Those not so fortunate spent a swell time wandering
around places like Corona Heights. The three not so wisemen
Snakeless, D’anglin A’nglin, and Scrumbag
had a splendid time imitating lost sheep. Time away from alcohol was
no problem for Snakeless who is doing a superb King
Rongjon on the wagon impression. The dynamic duo must be a
real hit at their AA meetings. Snakeless will do anything to
try to meet a bimb. Apparently he assumed that any woman at AA would
be too drunk to notice his wrinkles and thinning hair. For those
still trying to send their liver into space the Sacred Thermi
were filled with Hot Toddy mix to be supplemented with whisky from a
plastic bottle, no sane person would let a hasher near a glass
whiskey bottle. Shaggy Dog provided living proof as he knocked
bottle over not to worry since Dickless Namehole
believes waste not want not and was there to lap it up. Gerbil
once more swung the Sword Of Power aplomb and delivered
down-downs to the deserving. Phone Sex and Manhole
missed all this since they were still out on trail lost and alone,
and Manhole is a married man. While their humans were drinking
Llyr, Badger, and Elliot were at it again
leaving Semenhole, Drill Me, and McTaco
trying to hang onto to their pooches with one hand and their piss
with the other. Open Wide was busy slugging it down and
explaining to Likes To Lick that she was still sore from the
night before and isn’t that just one for the imagination. MTM
from the KievH3 was still wondering when we use the duct tape on the
hare when the crowd headed to the Kezar to get warm and even more
wasted. Cheers.