05 November 2005
10. Post-Lingerie Punishment
Darkside H3 - 23 August 2003
Hare: Bitch with an Attitude
Hounds (in Alphabetical Order): 2 Crabs Fucking, Breast Stroke, Broken Bit, General Erect Dick, Little Easy, Lost and Fucked, Wine Ho
Bimbo: Rat’s Ass
Start: Pinckneyville Middle School, OTP
The temperature was a big factor this time around. Think summer in Georgia. Translation: hot and humid. The pack trickled in until around 6:15p. L&F decided to scare all the parents and kids in the parking lot by making his grand entrance in lingerie. For once, he had an excuse for his feminine behavior: he had just helped hare H4’s Lingerie Hash. Bwana recovered from the sight and took leave, with the pack following soon after.
The first part of the trail was reminiscent of Bitch’s last Darkside, consisting of quiet, forested r*nning trails that wound through the area. We made good time on the trails and were soon greeted by the Chattahoochee off to the right. For how cool the bacteria-filled water looked, no one decided to jump in. (And with no marks directing them to go in, could you really blame them?) We continued on the trails a while longer until we hit a picnic area complete with a water spigot. You couldn’t have asked for better timing. The water invigorated everyone, and right before the last of the group took off, Breast Stroke caught sight of a deer that seemed to be enjoying the serene atmosphere as much as the hounds. It finally hopped off, and everyone else followed suit.
Most of the road was confined to the middle of the trail. It was at this point Wine Ho (and a few others) got a look at GE’s full moon. The hounds were being frisky this evening. All of a sudden, the eagle-eyed Breast Stroke caught site of the hare. OK, not the one with flour, but it was still amusing to see a rabbit on trail. The road took us through suburbia and to the water stop. Most of the hounds were holding up well. 2 Crabs decided to bite the bullet and do the second half, even though he would be haring the next day.
After a little more road, we stumbled upon the first true piece of shiggy of the evening… mud so deep and thick that it almost sucked our shoes off. A check and backtrack led us searching for flour around the evening’s first creek. A couple of us had a feeling true trail was directly to the right of the check, but we heard what sounded like gunshots, and some of us were hesitant to go too far. Finally we heard the quick crackle of fireworks, so we ventured out a little more and found true trail. From this point onward, most of the creeks we encountered had cut deep channels into the earth, and made crossing a little more difficult than just jumping in or over. One amazingly steep hill leading back to a piece of civilization was what finally separated the pack into two groups. 2 Crabs, GE and Broken Bit were in front, while Easy, L&F, Wine Ho and Breast Stroke fell back a little. The last part of the trail took the hounds through a long series of sewer easements and dry creek beds. The BN was a pleasant sight. A swimming pool, beer and burgers awaited us, as well as one of the most laid back circles in recorded Hash History.
The Overachiever Award goes to 2 Crabs, for haring Southern Comfort on Friday, doing the Darkside, then haring Black Sheep on Sunday.
The First-Timer Award goes to Broken Bit, who decided to see how much punishment he could take in one evening. He performed admirably.
The Knight in Shining Armor Award goes to Little Easy, for hanging back with the DFL’s.
The Agua Award goes to Corona Extra, which we found is stunningly void of flavor when you start off drinking Sierra Nevada.
The Questionable Mental Capacity Award goes to Rat’s Ass. This would also be known as the This is My Second Hash of the Day and I’ve Been Drinking Award. He had forgotten his reading material,which can be a death sentence for Darkside Bimbos. So as he was standing at the beer stop with nothing to do, Bwana runs up and notices what RA was parked next to: A gigantic recycling bin for magazines. As Bwana put it, there was so much stuff in there, he could have been reading for a year.
Thanks to the hare, the help and the hounds for a great evening.
Until next time,
On Out
Hare: Bitch with an Attitude
Hounds (in Alphabetical Order): 2 Crabs Fucking, Breast Stroke, Broken Bit, General Erect Dick, Little Easy, Lost and Fucked, Wine Ho
Bimbo: Rat’s Ass
Start: Pinckneyville Middle School, OTP
The temperature was a big factor this time around. Think summer in Georgia. Translation: hot and humid. The pack trickled in until around 6:15p. L&F decided to scare all the parents and kids in the parking lot by making his grand entrance in lingerie. For once, he had an excuse for his feminine behavior: he had just helped hare H4’s Lingerie Hash. Bwana recovered from the sight and took leave, with the pack following soon after.
The first part of the trail was reminiscent of Bitch’s last Darkside, consisting of quiet, forested r*nning trails that wound through the area. We made good time on the trails and were soon greeted by the Chattahoochee off to the right. For how cool the bacteria-filled water looked, no one decided to jump in. (And with no marks directing them to go in, could you really blame them?) We continued on the trails a while longer until we hit a picnic area complete with a water spigot. You couldn’t have asked for better timing. The water invigorated everyone, and right before the last of the group took off, Breast Stroke caught sight of a deer that seemed to be enjoying the serene atmosphere as much as the hounds. It finally hopped off, and everyone else followed suit.
Most of the road was confined to the middle of the trail. It was at this point Wine Ho (and a few others) got a look at GE’s full moon. The hounds were being frisky this evening. All of a sudden, the eagle-eyed Breast Stroke caught site of the hare. OK, not the one with flour, but it was still amusing to see a rabbit on trail. The road took us through suburbia and to the water stop. Most of the hounds were holding up well. 2 Crabs decided to bite the bullet and do the second half, even though he would be haring the next day.
After a little more road, we stumbled upon the first true piece of shiggy of the evening… mud so deep and thick that it almost sucked our shoes off. A check and backtrack led us searching for flour around the evening’s first creek. A couple of us had a feeling true trail was directly to the right of the check, but we heard what sounded like gunshots, and some of us were hesitant to go too far. Finally we heard the quick crackle of fireworks, so we ventured out a little more and found true trail. From this point onward, most of the creeks we encountered had cut deep channels into the earth, and made crossing a little more difficult than just jumping in or over. One amazingly steep hill leading back to a piece of civilization was what finally separated the pack into two groups. 2 Crabs, GE and Broken Bit were in front, while Easy, L&F, Wine Ho and Breast Stroke fell back a little. The last part of the trail took the hounds through a long series of sewer easements and dry creek beds. The BN was a pleasant sight. A swimming pool, beer and burgers awaited us, as well as one of the most laid back circles in recorded Hash History.
The Overachiever Award goes to 2 Crabs, for haring Southern Comfort on Friday, doing the Darkside, then haring Black Sheep on Sunday.
The First-Timer Award goes to Broken Bit, who decided to see how much punishment he could take in one evening. He performed admirably.
The Knight in Shining Armor Award goes to Little Easy, for hanging back with the DFL’s.
The Agua Award goes to Corona Extra, which we found is stunningly void of flavor when you start off drinking Sierra Nevada.
The Questionable Mental Capacity Award goes to Rat’s Ass. This would also be known as the This is My Second Hash of the Day and I’ve Been Drinking Award. He had forgotten his reading material,which can be a death sentence for Darkside Bimbos. So as he was standing at the beer stop with nothing to do, Bwana runs up and notices what RA was parked next to: A gigantic recycling bin for magazines. As Bwana put it, there was so much stuff in there, he could have been reading for a year.
Thanks to the hare, the help and the hounds for a great evening.
Until next time,
On Out
# posted by L&F @ 5:28 PM 
