April 1, 2002
I’d like to
begin this hash trash by saying...There’s no fool like an old fool and no old
fool better suited to hare our April Fool’s day hash than Bum Steer.
Moving right along
I want to you to bear in mind that because of work obligations I couldn’t
actually partake in the run itself and had to rely on the half minds that
attended to fill me in on the details.
Here is what I
found out...
P’Nguin had to
leave early because she had.... Umm...sore knees. No further explanation was
given nor was one necessary.
Roadkill thought
that the beer was really thin tasting which in fact was because Bum Steer, being
the anti christ had actually found a way to change beer into water...it was a
miracle...in reverse.
There was a really
good line spoken by someone that somehow had something to do with
Golden Shower and
it was really funny.
Who ever it was
from Hogtown that stole our sacred chalice (Kazoo?) had mysteriously broken back
into Skewbic’s garage and returned it.
Luckily I was able
to arrive in time to witness the down downs myself .Here is who got what why.
Bum Steer for
being the hare.
Hand Job and
Joystick for fashion offenses.
Roadkill for
bouncing a beam of light off his forehead which the GM found highly
disrespectful.
Oral Sox for
getting the tit-of-the-week in Hogtown
Weaklink for
making a car swerve (almost becoming road kill)
Roadkill for
accusing Weaklink of making a car swerve (apparently when one roadkill drinks
they all have to drink)
The GM got one for
embarrassing the entire Oakville hash by posting the fact that he lost the
chalice on our website.
After the down
downs we moved on to the Bearded Collie for the usual chicken wing /beer thing
much to the chagrin of the poor waitress there.
"How hot are
the suicide?" says Two Jugs...
"Well I can’t
really say because I don’t have any taste buds," says the waitress
"In that case
...have I got a job for you " says Two Jugs...chuckle snort cackle har har
Poor thing, no
wonder her cheeks turned red...and then she blushed....
God knows what she
did to our food before it arrived. Who cared, we all ate like pigs and when it
came time to pay the bill, how lucky was I that someone had stolen my purse?
Unfortunately it suffered the same fate as the sacred chalice and mysteriously
reappeared in time for me pay after all. Bummer.
As usual we talked
about the people that weren’t there and found out that Deep Throat has three
nipples. It’s amazing what you find out about people at the on on.
That’s all
folks,
On-on
Hand Job
