sfh3 run #1193
march 13, 2006
hares: rhythm method and snakeless
location: presidio golf course at arguello
trash: do me decimal

it was a dark and stormy night.  brave sf hashers
shivered in the parking lot awaiting instructions from
our hares, rhythm method and snakeless.  oh shit
generously offered his heating service to harriettes,
but rumor has it pg&e has a better deal.  pack took
off down some dark, wooded path near inspiration
point.   headlights bobbing, trail was run.  

so hard to tell where you are sometimes....there are
those moments of clarity where it all comes together,
"oh, i drank a beer in that bush last week", or "isn't
that where so-and-so made out with you know who". 
other times,  you're just lucky the pack likes you and
keeps you together so you don't get lost in the
presidio without your headlight.

there was trail.  there was a golf course.  there was
a big-ass fence that poor crabs had to hoist himself
over.  

oh, and then there was the beer check.  and what a
beer check it was!   snakeless must have some industry
connections, cause this man is hooked up!  not only
was a generator running during this downpour, but
tasty treats abound!  homemade scones, and hefty irish
whiskeys helped keep the pack from bitching too much. 
 and whipped cream??  watch out, the hash may be
yuppified in your near future.

pack made it back to the golf course.  is that hail? 
where are my pants??  where am i??

reverend itchy led his followers in rejoiceful
down-down-ing.

rhythm method turned 3-0, yay!  she even showed us her
sexy st. paddy's day skirt to help everyone celebrate.

rocky mountain oystery drank for his shitty trail he
set a year ago.  and maybe for working out too much?  

princess (in distress) slut was heard complaining on
trail, "i just have too many clothes on! - help me!"  

raspukin drank for wearing a skirt.   oh no, wait, he
drank for telling fellow hashers he yanked it off a
girl on his school bus route!  raspukin!  that is so
bad!  

cum-guzzling-cockaholic drank for leaving hand job 4
humanity alone in the woods without a light.  wouldn't
a real man take advantage of that situation?

just priscilla borrowed a streching device from naked
hasher.  pack was so overwhelmed with naming options,
it got tabled.  

some of the pack shivered and finished beer outside. 
smart hashers went to plough and stars for additional
frothy beverages.

on-on