SF Hash Trash
                           Hash #1200, May 1, 2006

             Someone is Sucking Someone's Something Somewhere!!

      Who else but Pocahumpus could so eloquently describe this
philosophical truth. Did she really see something, or was she just working
on a lisp problem?? Only those who truly ran trail know. Either way, she
drank out of her new shoes, but not before the warm Pabst was sweat-
filtered through R.A. Motormount's sock. It's a slippery slope, Poca, next
for you could be a butt chug with Tongueless. One suggestion was a combo MM
tea bag with a Tongueless butt chug, but word has it Tongueless' ass flat
out refused.

      So why were we gathered at McCoppin Square last Monday? To say adieu
to our own Who's Your Daddy, who is packing up the family and moving to
France for a few months. It's a nice perk, after 8 months of hard work as
GM, it appears you get a 4 month sabbatical in a foreign country of your
choice. I hear Stroke N Blow is heading to Norway. Imagine the hash with NO
ADULT SUPERVISION.....you're right, wouldn't make any difference.

      But Who's Your Daddy went out in style, setting a live hare. There
were many near-catches, especially Cumin Mutha, whom WYD later accused of
"less than honorable" trail-running practices. Close but no cigar, WYD made
it to the beer check fully clothed. Rumor has it Cumin Mutha got within
arm's reach but ultimately decided that it was maybe not such a good idea
after all. That is wisdom, my friend. I mean, imagine for a second you see
2 guys jogging along, then all of a sudden one yanks down the shorts of the
other one. In a big group? Crazy and fun. With 2 guys? Illegal in 41
states. In Australia? Commonplace and encouraged.

      Speaking of Cumin Mutha - did y'all catch the riveting email thread
this week he started about the closing of GG Park to cars on Saturdays? Did
I miss the small print about a contest to see who could make the most inane
comment? I think y'all tied! I tried to cut and paste it from the email
list archives so those who didn't see it could get a glimpse, but MS Word
refused with a message saying, "You gotta fucking be kidding me."

      Back to the circle....apparently there's a "hot new guy" at Candy
Ass' work. While it was making her uncomfortable in the workplace, her
quest was further hindered by her having a fair amount of "road rash" on
her face. With Crabs and his Caltrans associations, we don't have to tell
you what "road rash" is a euphemism for...here's a sample typical
conversation late at night at the Crabs/Candy Ass household:

Crabs: My bridge is almost erect.
Candy Ass: It's the biggest bridge I've ever seen.
Crabs: That's because it has to accommodate so many people every day.
Candy Ass: Hey, it's still not erect yet - what's going on?
Crabs: I could use more help from Rong Jon.

Whoracle and Where's My Vagina apparently were seen running off into the
woods together during the run (with Bitches Bitch standing in for Whoracle)
and for the first time in 5 years "L-E-S-B-I-A-N" was sung to someone other
than Fuck Buddy. (Note to Who's Your Daddy: Lesbian "en francais" is
lesbienne. You know, the French have been very strict about keeping the
integrity of their language and not having too many "americanisms" in
particular. In fact, there are laws preventing certain american words from
appearing in French print. I would love to have seen this one come across
their desk, "Hmmm, lesbian....what are we going to do with this one...oh
what the hell, let's just make it look french).

WYD et la famille: bonne chance !!

Muff Snatcher