05 November 2005
34. I, Bimbo
Southern Comfort H3 - 4 June 2004
I can’t really do a hash trash, since I really didn’t do trail, so this will have to do until a hound writes one, or Easy and Niplets pretend to be a gloriously gratified hound and write one themselves.
--Being a bimbo is far more entertaining than sitting at home whining because you can’t do trail.
--Even though said bimbo didn’t do trail, said bimbo was still privileged enough to notice a very interesting feature of said trail: The only piece of pavement the hounds actually stepped on, which was the few yards crossing Fulton Industrial Blvd to the On-In.
--That was a pretty impressive turnout for being in the middle of nowhere. The locals were sure amused.
--Question: Could the weather have been any more perfect? Answer: Yes. Mother Nature could have given blow jobs.
--If you leave bug spray off one-square-fucking-millimeter of your body, a mosquito will find it.
--If you leave the window of a bimbo-mobile cracked just one-fucking-millimeter, a spider will find it, crawl in and start making a web. Correction: make that two spiders.
--If you think it’s poison ivy, it probably is.
--Lesson of the week, in case you missed it at Hedon: Don’t pass out near hashers with razors.
--The importance of hashers placing a hide-a-key somewhere on an inconspicuous part of their car cannot be overstated.
--Hey, Cheaper... you’re actually getting slower at down-downs. You got whooped bad this week, dude.
--There can never be enough pick-ups and suv’s at a hash.
--Question: How many hashers does it take to change a flat tire? Answer: Seven.
--Quote of the Day:
Porn Princess [talking about a totally inept law professor]: ...and he’s even come in with his fly unzipped. I don’t understand how someone like that can function in society. Maybe it’s his eight kids.
L&F [incredulously]: Eight?!?!
Slippery Slit: Maybe he should zip up his fly.
Until next time,
On Out
I can’t really do a hash trash, since I really didn’t do trail, so this will have to do until a hound writes one, or Easy and Niplets pretend to be a gloriously gratified hound and write one themselves.
--Being a bimbo is far more entertaining than sitting at home whining because you can’t do trail.
--Even though said bimbo didn’t do trail, said bimbo was still privileged enough to notice a very interesting feature of said trail: The only piece of pavement the hounds actually stepped on, which was the few yards crossing Fulton Industrial Blvd to the On-In.
--That was a pretty impressive turnout for being in the middle of nowhere. The locals were sure amused.
--Question: Could the weather have been any more perfect? Answer: Yes. Mother Nature could have given blow jobs.
--If you leave bug spray off one-square-fucking-millimeter of your body, a mosquito will find it.
--If you leave the window of a bimbo-mobile cracked just one-fucking-millimeter, a spider will find it, crawl in and start making a web. Correction: make that two spiders.
--If you think it’s poison ivy, it probably is.
--Lesson of the week, in case you missed it at Hedon: Don’t pass out near hashers with razors.
--The importance of hashers placing a hide-a-key somewhere on an inconspicuous part of their car cannot be overstated.
--Hey, Cheaper... you’re actually getting slower at down-downs. You got whooped bad this week, dude.
--There can never be enough pick-ups and suv’s at a hash.
--Question: How many hashers does it take to change a flat tire? Answer: Seven.
--Quote of the Day:
Porn Princess [talking about a totally inept law professor]: ...and he’s even come in with his fly unzipped. I don’t understand how someone like that can function in society. Maybe it’s his eight kids.
L&F [incredulously]: Eight?!?!
Slippery Slit: Maybe he should zip up his fly.
Until next time,
On Out
# posted by L&F @ 6:05 PM 
