05 November 2005
15. I Love Myself
Slow Old Bastards H69 - 23 Novembeer 2003
What: SOBH69 #277
When: 23 Nov 03
Who Hared: Red Breast
What: The Trash of the Hash
Hello. My name is Beer. I've been to every Atlanta-area Hash ever. And I sure wasn't going to miss this last S0B. The weather was gorgeous. And the hare has a reputation for not screwing things up too bad. So hopes were high that things would go well.
It looked hopeful right away, with a visually pleasing start (Georgian Hills Park), a good turnout, and a punctual bimbo. And don’t forget the GM, who only buys me in quantity AND quality. The hare sent the hounds on their way, and the pack of car hashers followed right behind. The first part of the trail was down the same street the cars had to drive down, so thanks are in order to most of the pack for following actual trail and not short-cutting.
In case you were wondering, my favorite line about myself, either on TV or in movies, is from the Simpsons. It’s when Homer goes “Mmmm… Beer.” Hey, unless you’re something like “Hog Fat,” “Free Goo” or “Sugar Walls,” you’re not normally included in that list. Yeah, I’m special.
Sorry. Tangent. The trail wound through a couple quaint neighborhoods, with the Beer stop conveniently located about half-way through the trail at Dresden Park. This would be where I was first used for the day. In other words, I was temporarily consumed, stories were temporarily told and a good time was temporarily had by all.
By the way, “all” would be: Beer, Cheese Nips, Colonel Clit, Daddy’s Penis, Davy Crochet, Fucowee, Ho Checka, Just Brandy, Just Christine, Just Scott, Just Trish, Krusty the Clown, L&F, L’il Sister, Ouch, P!ss Pour, Poke ‘n Toke, Pot Licker, Proof Eat Her, Rub Her Lips, Slippery Slit, Soft Serve, Sweet Chariot, Tastes Great, Thar She Blows, TV Hair, Yassir Cream Her, Yuron Weed and a pack of hasher dogs that would wind up getting totally hyper in circle.
After the Beer stop, there was a smattering of shiggy, and then it was back on the street. Speaking of street, this trail was apparently the “antithesis” of every trail Red Breast has ever done. After consulting a dictionary, I think that means she usually doesn’t lay such a dog/stroller/hangover-friendly trail. Well, it was in the true tradition of Slow Old Bastards, being that it was all those friendly things, plus less than three miles. Considering how much debate has been going on at the Yahoo groups page lately, maybe sticking to tradition isn’t such a bad idea once in a while.
It seems that the last check was the hardest because no one saw it. Luckily, the hounds didn’t have much time to complain, because the end was just around the corner at Red Breast’s (new) house. Yes dear drinkers, another quality house ending.
Now that you know I’m an actual entity, you may be wondering what I do when I want to get drunk. Don’t ask. It’s too complicated.
OK, enough tangents. The circle. It seems Poke n’ Toke and Soft Serve didn’t stress to their virgins hard enough that they need to cum in crappy shoes. Because Just Trish had shoes that looked really freaking clean. And Just Brandy’s shoes looked absolutely new. PnT and SS claimed they told their newbies about it, but that the newbies just didn’t follow through. It doesn’t really matter if we believe them or not, because they ended up drinking out of Just Brandy’s shoes either way. Mmmm… bacteria. Welcum to hashing you two. Now rub your shoes in dirt and cum back.
Believe it or not, that wasn’t even the interesting down-down of the day. I was way more stimulated when I was poured into two used doggie bowls and then lapped up by Slippery and Tastes Great. Want to know why they had to do that? Then get to an S0B, you slugs. I ain’t talking.
First timers? Yup. There was one. Just Christine. Her cherry was popped at Pine Lake the day before. She’s quiet, y’all. Get her talking. She needs a name that’s good ‘n dirty.
Since I’m on the subject of no-name hashers, let me add something about Just Scott. He brought chocolate-covered peanut butter balls for everyone to try. Actually, they were pretty good. But… next time sir, you may want to make it a point NOT to walk around with balls in your hand until you get a name. There’s too much material there.
Nips decided to call Fucowee into the circle for being an out-of-towner, since he actually did move. He tried to act like he didn’t know why he was described as an out-of-towner, but he didn’t seem to have too much of an issue with his down-down.
Enough about circle. If you were a too long, or a car hasher, or did something dumb on trail, you know who you are. You’ve got a name and you don’t need any more attention. If you want to get mentioned in more trashes, you’ve got to do something exceptionally interesting. So start thinking.
The people who stayed late chowed down on pizza and kept drinking. They also got the unsuspecting Mr. Ho Checka to play Psychiatrist for the amusement of the circle.
OK, I’m sick of typing. Thanks to everyone for a highly entertaining day. Please join us on Sunday, Sunday, SUNDAY, December 7th for the next S0B. Your hare will be the one and only Joe Blows. Give him a wink and he may even pucker for you.
Until then all you freaks,
On Out
What: SOBH69 #277
When: 23 Nov 03
Who Hared: Red Breast
What: The Trash of the Hash
Hello. My name is Beer. I've been to every Atlanta-area Hash ever. And I sure wasn't going to miss this last S0B. The weather was gorgeous. And the hare has a reputation for not screwing things up too bad. So hopes were high that things would go well.
It looked hopeful right away, with a visually pleasing start (Georgian Hills Park), a good turnout, and a punctual bimbo. And don’t forget the GM, who only buys me in quantity AND quality. The hare sent the hounds on their way, and the pack of car hashers followed right behind. The first part of the trail was down the same street the cars had to drive down, so thanks are in order to most of the pack for following actual trail and not short-cutting.
In case you were wondering, my favorite line about myself, either on TV or in movies, is from the Simpsons. It’s when Homer goes “Mmmm… Beer.” Hey, unless you’re something like “Hog Fat,” “Free Goo” or “Sugar Walls,” you’re not normally included in that list. Yeah, I’m special.
Sorry. Tangent. The trail wound through a couple quaint neighborhoods, with the Beer stop conveniently located about half-way through the trail at Dresden Park. This would be where I was first used for the day. In other words, I was temporarily consumed, stories were temporarily told and a good time was temporarily had by all.
By the way, “all” would be: Beer, Cheese Nips, Colonel Clit, Daddy’s Penis, Davy Crochet, Fucowee, Ho Checka, Just Brandy, Just Christine, Just Scott, Just Trish, Krusty the Clown, L&F, L’il Sister, Ouch, P!ss Pour, Poke ‘n Toke, Pot Licker, Proof Eat Her, Rub Her Lips, Slippery Slit, Soft Serve, Sweet Chariot, Tastes Great, Thar She Blows, TV Hair, Yassir Cream Her, Yuron Weed and a pack of hasher dogs that would wind up getting totally hyper in circle.
After the Beer stop, there was a smattering of shiggy, and then it was back on the street. Speaking of street, this trail was apparently the “antithesis” of every trail Red Breast has ever done. After consulting a dictionary, I think that means she usually doesn’t lay such a dog/stroller/hangover-friendly trail. Well, it was in the true tradition of Slow Old Bastards, being that it was all those friendly things, plus less than three miles. Considering how much debate has been going on at the Yahoo groups page lately, maybe sticking to tradition isn’t such a bad idea once in a while.
It seems that the last check was the hardest because no one saw it. Luckily, the hounds didn’t have much time to complain, because the end was just around the corner at Red Breast’s (new) house. Yes dear drinkers, another quality house ending.
Now that you know I’m an actual entity, you may be wondering what I do when I want to get drunk. Don’t ask. It’s too complicated.
OK, enough tangents. The circle. It seems Poke n’ Toke and Soft Serve didn’t stress to their virgins hard enough that they need to cum in crappy shoes. Because Just Trish had shoes that looked really freaking clean. And Just Brandy’s shoes looked absolutely new. PnT and SS claimed they told their newbies about it, but that the newbies just didn’t follow through. It doesn’t really matter if we believe them or not, because they ended up drinking out of Just Brandy’s shoes either way. Mmmm… bacteria. Welcum to hashing you two. Now rub your shoes in dirt and cum back.
Believe it or not, that wasn’t even the interesting down-down of the day. I was way more stimulated when I was poured into two used doggie bowls and then lapped up by Slippery and Tastes Great. Want to know why they had to do that? Then get to an S0B, you slugs. I ain’t talking.
First timers? Yup. There was one. Just Christine. Her cherry was popped at Pine Lake the day before. She’s quiet, y’all. Get her talking. She needs a name that’s good ‘n dirty.
Since I’m on the subject of no-name hashers, let me add something about Just Scott. He brought chocolate-covered peanut butter balls for everyone to try. Actually, they were pretty good. But… next time sir, you may want to make it a point NOT to walk around with balls in your hand until you get a name. There’s too much material there.
Nips decided to call Fucowee into the circle for being an out-of-towner, since he actually did move. He tried to act like he didn’t know why he was described as an out-of-towner, but he didn’t seem to have too much of an issue with his down-down.
Enough about circle. If you were a too long, or a car hasher, or did something dumb on trail, you know who you are. You’ve got a name and you don’t need any more attention. If you want to get mentioned in more trashes, you’ve got to do something exceptionally interesting. So start thinking.
The people who stayed late chowed down on pizza and kept drinking. They also got the unsuspecting Mr. Ho Checka to play Psychiatrist for the amusement of the circle.
OK, I’m sick of typing. Thanks to everyone for a highly entertaining day. Please join us on Sunday, Sunday, SUNDAY, December 7th for the next S0B. Your hare will be the one and only Joe Blows. Give him a wink and he may even pucker for you.
Until then all you freaks,
On Out
# posted by L&F @ 5:40 PM 
