Nov 19, 2000

Hares: Pigvomit & Uncle Tom

Another perfect day for a run, sunny and 35 degrees, huh! Yes it was a beautiful day. The sun was warm enough and the rousing Hi My Name is Joe, got us all warmed up just in time to start walking. Just as we started to get ready to run we ran into the first clothes swap. Gee right on Rt 9 on a Sunday morning. Oh well, the big change was for Dirtbag and Sugar Mama. Sugar Mama got Dirtbags coveralls, and Dirtbag got Sugar Mama’s beautiful green dress. The stares were many! After the first clothes check we came to our first check point. Everybody took off to the left, wow long bad trail! No-name Jean short-cutted at this point and continued back to the parking lot and I’m sure a nice warm ride back to the end. Back to check and across the road for everybody else and yeah, true-trail. At this point we lost No-name Nate and Flip-top Fag. They managed to get lost for the rest of the run straggling in from the wrong direction. The rest of the pack stayed on trail for the Package checks and Clothes checks. Heard the BFD and finished the run. Down-downs were performed for the following:

10 Timer: Sugar Mama

Short Cutting Bitch (SCB) First time award: No Name Jean

FRB: Dirtbag

DAL: Flip Top Fag. Sorry you were the one to find ALL the long dead trails.

Ha-Shit: Do you really need to ask? Yes it was the ever popular, Pigvomit, for losing control of the HASHIT at an event, I think he has a personal attachment to it. He also never drank this time, I guess it will be double the next time.

The On-On was a typical Pigvomit affair, plenty to eat and drink. Sugar Mama got to have her rum and all was good in Sugar Mama land. No-name Don played the guitar, and F4 was doing table dances trying to raise money for her college education, don’t you know (yeah, right, more like how she got her name: Flirtatious, frustrated, fellatiating, flasher). None of the fellatiating was going on, at least not while we were there, or while we were watching, and we were watching. Plenty of pics taken, unfortunately the photographer wasn’t fast enough on the trigger to catch any important flesh, must be the missing appendage. Of course F4's sister No-name Heather was totally embarrassed, we could have roasted marshmallows on the heat coming off of her face. The men were all smiling at the end of the show. There was a lot of action going on in the background afterwards, a clothing swap and a shower by some hashers that are much closer now.

"Never underestimate the power of stupid people in large groups!"

Submitted by the HMHHH Hash Scribe F4