05 May 2006
67. Scribe Times Two
Black Sheep H3 - 30 April 2006
There's no way in hell I'm going today. I've got a wicked hangover and it's probably going to rain. Hashing is such a commitment. I won't get back until 7 and I've got to be at work early in the morning. And it's so far away. Sigh. Damn it, I forgot to take my medication.
What a beautiful day. Oh, hell yes I'm going. How can I miss the bestest hash in Atlanta? Not only is it in territory I've never done before, there are gorgeous ladies throwing flour for us. And as an added bonus, the combination of both harriettes creates a Four-Inch Clit.
Finally, here's the start. Bloody hell it's cold. I hate when my man-nips get hard. They chafe against my shirt. I hate the word chafe. I forgot my whistle. And I forgot to take my medication again. Well, it's in my dry bag. I'll grab a pill before I throw my stuff in the bag truck.
Stop being a wuss. You have a penis, you are a man. Why the hell do you need a whistle? With virgins and baby-carrying fathers on trail, someone behind you will find you and help you. Or vice versa. Plus some beer will knock out this hangover. I love everyone.
But wait...where IS everyone? Crappy Blue Angels and parades and what-not are making everyone mill around in the wind, goosebumps bigger than manhood, waiting for the stragglers. Damn visitors and virgins can get here on time; One Ball and Snail Trail and Gentrifukation and Martha Screw-It appear totally unable to be prompt. Maybe they've all been getting some while everyone else waits in the parking lot.
Oh goody - they're blessing the hares. Check out Basil freaking out, even more than usual. Laughing makes me happy. Wow, all three virgins are cute. I think I'm getting a chubby. On out.
Jesus, I hate road rage. Oh wait, we're in shiggy already. Jesus, I hate poison ivy. Oh wait, we're out of the PI already. Jesus, I hate checks. Oh, wait, I didn't even have to solve that one. Did we just pass by a creek? Guess what moron forgot to take his pill again? If I have to see one more piece of poison ivy, I might shit myself.
Yay! Our feet got wet in that creek. And everyone knows that wet equals happy. Hey look, there are my friends Crabby and GE and UD. I've missed them. They all ran over the road instead of through the tunnel like I did. We're the coolest.
Man they are running fast, complaining that trail is prelaid. Those guys are jerks - I don't even know why I pretend to idolize them. I'm having to stop and put TP back on trees, falling further and further behind. Where did everyone go? This trail blows. Oh, for fuck's sake - there's a copper head in the creek! I wish there were some TP to follow. I hate snakes. That thing freaked me out. Now there are whistles behind me. Hashers are stupid. Why do we even do this?
That was a neat downhill treck. That deadfall was challenging. It's wild being on hiking trails for a second, and then cutting away from them into more shiggy. It's beautiful down here. Trees, greenery, streams, butterflies. I love the world. Oh look, a little up-hill climb.
This little up-hill climb isn't ending. My freaking quads are burning. I can't even jog anymore. Oh look, there's more uphill. This is more like up-mountain. I can't believe my first memory is when I was dropped as an infant. This mountain sucks that bad. Check out how much I'm sweating. I bet my ass smells like a sewer. Wow, what a surprise seeing a hiking path up here. I wonder where this goes? Hmmm... a little curve. The check is kicked up this way. This has turned epic. And to think I was going to stay home. It's so peaceful up here. I'm going to sleep well tonight. Ah, sleep. Sweet blissful energizing slumber. Maybe I'll just lay down here and rest. After all, the air does seem to be getting a little thin. This mountain seems to not want to end, but if I rest I bet I'll feel better. Yes, I'll just nap for a minute or two.
No. Gotta go. Gotta get up this mountain. There ain't no stopping me. Yay! There's the BN. Oh sweet mercy! I think I'm gonna cry. Or sniff someone's crack. Or both. Where's my bag? Where are my pills?!
Was that a rain drop? Why can't that bitch Mother Nature wait for circle to be over? Where is everybody? Who the hell are those drug addicts parking up here on top of this mountain? Yeah, go into the woods and toke up. Speaking of drugs, I think mine just kicked in.
My God, what a gorgeous view from up here. How did the Harriettes find this road for the On-In? Trail trial is moving right along. Why, thanks Bwana, I will comment on trail. I'd have to say it was quite surreal. Almost like a dream. I guess all that fast running at the start and that mountain at the end really kicked my ass. I think I recovered though. Thanks to... um... the beer. Yeah. That's it.
Silent, with reverence. Mmmm mmmmmmm, mmmm mmmmmmmm mm mmm mm PLUUHHH! Mmmm mmmm mmmm mmmm mmmm-mm mm mmmmm. Mmmm mmmmmmm, mmmm mmmmmmmm mm mmm mm PLUUHHH! Mmmm mmmm mmmm mmmm mmmm-mm mm mmmmm.
FYYFF's.
May the Hash get a Piece.
[Thanks to Davey Crochet for co-scribing.]
There's no way in hell I'm going today. I've got a wicked hangover and it's probably going to rain. Hashing is such a commitment. I won't get back until 7 and I've got to be at work early in the morning. And it's so far away. Sigh. Damn it, I forgot to take my medication.
What a beautiful day. Oh, hell yes I'm going. How can I miss the bestest hash in Atlanta? Not only is it in territory I've never done before, there are gorgeous ladies throwing flour for us. And as an added bonus, the combination of both harriettes creates a Four-Inch Clit.
Finally, here's the start. Bloody hell it's cold. I hate when my man-nips get hard. They chafe against my shirt. I hate the word chafe. I forgot my whistle. And I forgot to take my medication again. Well, it's in my dry bag. I'll grab a pill before I throw my stuff in the bag truck.
Stop being a wuss. You have a penis, you are a man. Why the hell do you need a whistle? With virgins and baby-carrying fathers on trail, someone behind you will find you and help you. Or vice versa. Plus some beer will knock out this hangover. I love everyone.
But wait...where IS everyone? Crappy Blue Angels and parades and what-not are making everyone mill around in the wind, goosebumps bigger than manhood, waiting for the stragglers. Damn visitors and virgins can get here on time; One Ball and Snail Trail and Gentrifukation and Martha Screw-It appear totally unable to be prompt. Maybe they've all been getting some while everyone else waits in the parking lot.
Oh goody - they're blessing the hares. Check out Basil freaking out, even more than usual. Laughing makes me happy. Wow, all three virgins are cute. I think I'm getting a chubby. On out.
Jesus, I hate road rage. Oh wait, we're in shiggy already. Jesus, I hate poison ivy. Oh wait, we're out of the PI already. Jesus, I hate checks. Oh, wait, I didn't even have to solve that one. Did we just pass by a creek? Guess what moron forgot to take his pill again? If I have to see one more piece of poison ivy, I might shit myself.
Yay! Our feet got wet in that creek. And everyone knows that wet equals happy. Hey look, there are my friends Crabby and GE and UD. I've missed them. They all ran over the road instead of through the tunnel like I did. We're the coolest.
Man they are running fast, complaining that trail is prelaid. Those guys are jerks - I don't even know why I pretend to idolize them. I'm having to stop and put TP back on trees, falling further and further behind. Where did everyone go? This trail blows. Oh, for fuck's sake - there's a copper head in the creek! I wish there were some TP to follow. I hate snakes. That thing freaked me out. Now there are whistles behind me. Hashers are stupid. Why do we even do this?
That was a neat downhill treck. That deadfall was challenging. It's wild being on hiking trails for a second, and then cutting away from them into more shiggy. It's beautiful down here. Trees, greenery, streams, butterflies. I love the world. Oh look, a little up-hill climb.
This little up-hill climb isn't ending. My freaking quads are burning. I can't even jog anymore. Oh look, there's more uphill. This is more like up-mountain. I can't believe my first memory is when I was dropped as an infant. This mountain sucks that bad. Check out how much I'm sweating. I bet my ass smells like a sewer. Wow, what a surprise seeing a hiking path up here. I wonder where this goes? Hmmm... a little curve. The check is kicked up this way. This has turned epic. And to think I was going to stay home. It's so peaceful up here. I'm going to sleep well tonight. Ah, sleep. Sweet blissful energizing slumber. Maybe I'll just lay down here and rest. After all, the air does seem to be getting a little thin. This mountain seems to not want to end, but if I rest I bet I'll feel better. Yes, I'll just nap for a minute or two.
No. Gotta go. Gotta get up this mountain. There ain't no stopping me. Yay! There's the BN. Oh sweet mercy! I think I'm gonna cry. Or sniff someone's crack. Or both. Where's my bag? Where are my pills?!
Was that a rain drop? Why can't that bitch Mother Nature wait for circle to be over? Where is everybody? Who the hell are those drug addicts parking up here on top of this mountain? Yeah, go into the woods and toke up. Speaking of drugs, I think mine just kicked in.
My God, what a gorgeous view from up here. How did the Harriettes find this road for the On-In? Trail trial is moving right along. Why, thanks Bwana, I will comment on trail. I'd have to say it was quite surreal. Almost like a dream. I guess all that fast running at the start and that mountain at the end really kicked my ass. I think I recovered though. Thanks to... um... the beer. Yeah. That's it.
Silent, with reverence. Mmmm mmmmmmm, mmmm mmmmmmmm mm mmm mm PLUUHHH! Mmmm mmmm mmmm mmmm mmmm-mm mm mmmmm. Mmmm mmmmmmm, mmmm mmmmmmmm mm mmm mm PLUUHHH! Mmmm mmmm mmmm mmmm mmmm-mm mm mmmmm.
FYYFF's.
May the Hash get a Piece.
[Thanks to Davey Crochet for co-scribing.]
# posted by L&F @ 11:46 PM 
