Hash House Harriers
Hash No. 966
Hares: Tidy Bowl Man; Takes It In
Venue: Central Avenue Area
of Jefferson just
From the parking lot of the biker bar known as
‘The Pit Stop’ the pack left running earterly after
chalk talk following hare Tidy Bowl Man on his semi-live-hare trail under an
over cast day. The trail led on Jefferson
Highway for a few blocks toward the
water works to a turn toward the north, zigzagging through a neighborhood comprized of houses that were builtto
accomodate US Army personnell
of the big logistics base that is now called Elmwood.
Somewhere in there, the hounds followed the
flour on a spur across Central avenue to
the beer check.
From the beer, trail led northward to and
across the railroad tracks and then around beneath the same tracks on the
railroad trestle that is the rail road approach to the Huey P Long Bridge,
southward along more residential streets to and across Jefferson Highway. Trail then led along St
George Street to the levee on the east
bank of the Mighty Mississippi River and along same to a place near Central
Avenue, north toward Tidy Bowl’s
newly-moved-into digs for the On-in and On-on-in as well.
Religious Advisor: Spread ‘Em
Butt Gravy and G String entered the circle to
announce officially their safe return after BG’s participation in the Lisbon~Dakar
Road Rally and took the opportunity to announce their engagement to be
married. Butt Gravy said that he
proposed during the Dakar Rally because he thought he was going to die before
the end of the event.
There is absolutely no reason to believe,
however, that G ever held in her hand the valve spring retainer clip which was
crafted by a Belgian machinist specifically for a Six-Fifty-Honda to run the
Dakar Rally who then died leaving no protégé to maintain his legacy and opened
discussion of marriage with Butt while poised to drop said valve spring
retainer clip into a cess pool. If this were true, Butt would have dived
into the cess pool to catch it before it vanished
below the surface.
Just Jason, invited by G-String;
Just Annie and Just Nathan
Betty Crotch Popper, Suck At Ja
Weenie from Baton Rouge H3.
Hops of Barley
whose home Hash is lost to the scribe.*
FRB Award: Penis Colada passed the
coveted FRB award to Blowing Semen but, see FRB II below.
Participants in Competitive Event:
Hops And Barley, Wet Blow, Ruby Boobies, Ready Whip and On Da Rag participated to varying degrees in the 30k R*ce known as “The Wall”.
FRB Award II:
At this time, the FRB Award was passed from Blowing Semen to Spread Em. When hashers are
drinking and it is cold outside, things like this can, and sometimes do, and that
time, did, happen.
With beer still to be drunk and little underway to find crimes to fit the
punishment, G-String entered the circle to declare that she would cum clean,
that she did get lost on trail with Just Andrew and Just Jason and drank for
PS Knave, Spread ‘Em
and Visitors from Okinawa, Poonie Tang
and Hot C.A.R.L.
7 January 2007
Popp Fountain in City Park
New Orleans, Louisiana
Pre Trail happenings:
Three hashers brought with them a total
of four canine friends and after a perfunctory sniff of each new arrival they
spent the time before the hash run playing in the standing water under the
trees and exchanging ‘bios’ by peeing, mostly in the same spot, in what could
only have been an activity of ‘comparing’. Only Oral,
having observed this, theorized that they had established a Blog,
a DogBlog, if you will. Ain’t Long Enough said that he was
glad humans didn’t do that.
afternoon of a rainy and unusually warm day after the 100th r*nning of the Jackson Day R*ce in
City Park, the hounds bounded out from the little shelter
near Popp fountain slopping along under the trees passing behind the fountain
and it’s storm-damaged iron fence to and across Marconi Drive on the western border of the huge park.
then led along Marconi southerward
under the railroad trestle where the pack became lost. Searches
were conducted along the tracks at the top of the embankment. both directions on Marconi, a
short distance into the park. During this time, the pack following
the wanker’s walk passed through the center of the
confusion, disappeared in the distance to the south, reappeared walking back
northward having given up any hope of finding the beer truck.
was finally found near the bottom of the embankment of the railroad and the
flour led to another underpass, to a park street and trail markings to the east
limit of the park, across Bayou St John.
over there, two hashers, one being our newly installed Grand Master, Penis
Colada, found the beer check.
led the few for a short distance northerly before some apartments (?), back
across the Bayou to the park and about three quarters mile back for the on-in.
Just Allison from St
Kitts in the Caribbean and her beautiful and playful boxer whose name is
A.lways I.ced D.own S.outh and his father, Just
Rick. A.I.D.S. was in
route to a permanent change of station from Kadena
AFB in Okinawa to somewhere stateside.
Poonie Tang and Hot C.A.R.L. were traveling with him but are
still stationed in Okinawa.
destination was lost as was the extension of C.A.R.L..* The
scribe was drinking, it was cold out there...)
Only Oral, Pap Smear,
Blowing Semen and veteran hashers from ancient times, Goes For The Hose and Ain’t Long Enough.
The Hares and the Trail:
The ramifications of a trail on which
only two hounds found the beer check was examined and discussed and PS Knave
was asked to explain...but when one hare drinks, all hares drink... and they
Animals at the Hash:
Visitor Just Allison was accompanied by
her Boxer, Chicken Pot Guy had his two Chihuahuas and Twinkle Twat had with him his little dog named
*Scribe: On Da Rag
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attend the next Hash and make arrangements with the
Religious advisor to bring it up in the circle.