05 November 2005
30. Random Ravings
Charlotte H3 - 9 April 2004 to 11 April 2004
a.k.a. Crap from My Seventh Trip to Charlotte
For this hash, your loyal out-of-towner came for a double pre-lube.
Friday Recap: Leave work and drive to Charlotte. Bucket Shop. Hollow Beaver’s couch.
Saturday Recap: Scout trail. Much shiggy and much mental rejoicing. Drinking at Spitzer and Miss C’s. Drinking at Miss C’s sister’s house. Drinking at Spitzer and Miss C’s. Drinking at Bucket Shop. Drinking at Spitzer and Miss C’s. Couch.
Sunday Recap: Decide today isn’t the day I want to be hung over, so I put it off until tomorrow with one drink every hour and a half and tons of caffeine. As usual, it worked like a charm.
Monday Recap: Work and Pain.
Now for the trail. April 11. We met at Jackelope Jack’s for the Resurrection Hash, sponsored by our hares Goth, Urin8Her and Spitzer. Translation: we started our Easter trail at a place named after a mutant bunny. Nice. The first two showed up with wigs, a crown of thorns and Jesus togas, then proceeded to dump fake blood all over themselves in the parking lot. The third wore bunny ears and a bunny tail.
The Charlotte Hounds: Dr. Doolittle, Hollow Beaver, Inseminator, Miss Charlotte, Rip Cord, Slappy and Tie Me Bubbles.
The Dogs: Hydrophobe, Shits N Runs
The Out-of-Towners: Goes Down and Knot Home from Florida, Shappens from SC, Bonsai Babe, Snapper John and their ever-smiling baby Down Udder from The Trash, and some random bald dude with no pants. If you noticed there were as many out-of-town hounds as there were Charlotte hounds, drink a beverage of choice [BEER] as your reward.
No name: Just Alex.
Virgin: Just Melissa, who we learned had been sucked into Slaptopia, but seemed to be holding up quite well. Welcome. Now please cum back for more abuse.
Quote of the Day: “OK, someone’s going to have to suck on my goat penis.”
Costume of the Day Award: Goes to Tie Me Bubbles, who came with fake ivy wrapped around his body, wearing a mass of straw-colored hair and horns. And who can forget forget the large, white, furry dick he had attached to his clothes, as well as the gigantic set of stones he had dangling underneath. He was a demonic goat, and from what I remember, it had a name and was somehow linked to Satan. Whatever he was, he had red wine cumming out of his large, white, furry dick with the help of a Camelback mouthpiece hidden inside. Highly creative.
After some beverage consumption and a warm up, the hounds were out. It became apparent that churches were the object of our trail, as we had passed by four of them within the first 10 or 15 minutes. We surprised a minister coming out of one, and shocked a whole congregation at another. Goth swept, sometimes ending up at the front and giving the pack hints. A classic moment came when an ambulance drove up from behind us. A woman was at the wheel with sirens blaring. When she saw me, she started laughing really hard, and whipped her cranium around to get a better look as she passed by. We got to the beerstop to find Urin8Her in some shiggy, arms outstretched, welcoming his followers. We frightened more cilivians on the second half of the trail, and ended at a park near the start for an Easter Egg Hunt. And how do you get hashers to look for plastic easter eggs? Put jello shots in them. Duh. Circle was cut a little short after one of the bar dudes warned us that we might want to get inside, since some uptight wanker in a nearby house had called the cops on us. A good time was had by all.
Of note #1: The fake blood was made with corn syrup and red food coloring. It ended up getting VERY sticky, but washed out of clothes with very little effort. Good stuff.
Of note #2: Thank you to Hollow, Spitzer and Miss C for the crash space(s).
Of note #3: Thank you to Bucket Slut for the hospitality and shooters.
Of note #4: Next up: TxIH.
Of note #5: I love beer.
-L&F
a.k.a. Crap from My Seventh Trip to Charlotte
For this hash, your loyal out-of-towner came for a double pre-lube.
Friday Recap: Leave work and drive to Charlotte. Bucket Shop. Hollow Beaver’s couch.
Saturday Recap: Scout trail. Much shiggy and much mental rejoicing. Drinking at Spitzer and Miss C’s. Drinking at Miss C’s sister’s house. Drinking at Spitzer and Miss C’s. Drinking at Bucket Shop. Drinking at Spitzer and Miss C’s. Couch.
Sunday Recap: Decide today isn’t the day I want to be hung over, so I put it off until tomorrow with one drink every hour and a half and tons of caffeine. As usual, it worked like a charm.
Monday Recap: Work and Pain.
Now for the trail. April 11. We met at Jackelope Jack’s for the Resurrection Hash, sponsored by our hares Goth, Urin8Her and Spitzer. Translation: we started our Easter trail at a place named after a mutant bunny. Nice. The first two showed up with wigs, a crown of thorns and Jesus togas, then proceeded to dump fake blood all over themselves in the parking lot. The third wore bunny ears and a bunny tail.
The Charlotte Hounds: Dr. Doolittle, Hollow Beaver, Inseminator, Miss Charlotte, Rip Cord, Slappy and Tie Me Bubbles.
The Dogs: Hydrophobe, Shits N Runs
The Out-of-Towners: Goes Down and Knot Home from Florida, Shappens from SC, Bonsai Babe, Snapper John and their ever-smiling baby Down Udder from The Trash, and some random bald dude with no pants. If you noticed there were as many out-of-town hounds as there were Charlotte hounds, drink a beverage of choice [BEER] as your reward.
No name: Just Alex.
Virgin: Just Melissa, who we learned had been sucked into Slaptopia, but seemed to be holding up quite well. Welcome. Now please cum back for more abuse.
Quote of the Day: “OK, someone’s going to have to suck on my goat penis.”
Costume of the Day Award: Goes to Tie Me Bubbles, who came with fake ivy wrapped around his body, wearing a mass of straw-colored hair and horns. And who can forget forget the large, white, furry dick he had attached to his clothes, as well as the gigantic set of stones he had dangling underneath. He was a demonic goat, and from what I remember, it had a name and was somehow linked to Satan. Whatever he was, he had red wine cumming out of his large, white, furry dick with the help of a Camelback mouthpiece hidden inside. Highly creative.
After some beverage consumption and a warm up, the hounds were out. It became apparent that churches were the object of our trail, as we had passed by four of them within the first 10 or 15 minutes. We surprised a minister coming out of one, and shocked a whole congregation at another. Goth swept, sometimes ending up at the front and giving the pack hints. A classic moment came when an ambulance drove up from behind us. A woman was at the wheel with sirens blaring. When she saw me, she started laughing really hard, and whipped her cranium around to get a better look as she passed by. We got to the beerstop to find Urin8Her in some shiggy, arms outstretched, welcoming his followers. We frightened more cilivians on the second half of the trail, and ended at a park near the start for an Easter Egg Hunt. And how do you get hashers to look for plastic easter eggs? Put jello shots in them. Duh. Circle was cut a little short after one of the bar dudes warned us that we might want to get inside, since some uptight wanker in a nearby house had called the cops on us. A good time was had by all.
Of note #1: The fake blood was made with corn syrup and red food coloring. It ended up getting VERY sticky, but washed out of clothes with very little effort. Good stuff.
Of note #2: Thank you to Hollow, Spitzer and Miss C for the crash space(s).
Of note #3: Thank you to Bucket Slut for the hospitality and shooters.
Of note #4: Next up: TxIH.
Of note #5: I love beer.
-L&F
# posted by L&F @ 6:02 PM 
