SF Hash Trash
Hash #1234, November 27, 2006
'Twas a dark and beerless night........more on the fucking lack of beer later.
The run start was near the
Glen Park BART station where the pack gathered and exchanged polite "Fuck it's COLD!!!!"s.
We set off, anxious to get moving, hoping that the feeling
would come back to our hands and toes after ten or so minutes (it didn't).
The trail took us into the dark, wet, cold and poison oak filled abyss of
The "beer check" was by the Walter Haas playground and was really more of a "beer stop" since it was miles away from the start. The pack arrived at the fucking beer check only to find that the fucking keg had something wrong with it....so after a bit of skulking and a lot of fucking swearing on Glory Hole's part, we followed the arrow we assumed was directing us back to the start. Thing is, it directed us down some stairs only to find a fucking circle jerk!! Who ever heard of a circle jerk after a beer check?! But that's because we were led to believe it was a beer check, and not a beer stop. Fucking hares.
Back and the start Stroke and Blow and Men's Whorehouse were lit up with Christmas lights and spreading good cheer (aka Jagermeister) to those who signed up for Snowball. It really helped diffuse the lack of beer situation, which was proving to be a very serious matter indeed.
Cuming Mutha was heard repeatedly muttering "It's not my fault!!" in a desperate attempt to avoid being beaten by the beerless, and therefore angry mob. Luckily Hand Pump, who will now be remembered as "Knight in Shining Armour" arrived quickly and replaced the broken fucking keg with one that worked like a charm...and all was good again...although still really damn cold. And did I not see any Cheetos OR Doritos?! Or any orange food, for that matter? Fucking hares!!
I was caught "Pre-scribing" by Huevos Verdes, but I thought it would be a good idea to write as much as I could before my fingers went completely numb and stiff. Also I could tell that my mental state was waning....all I could think about was getting into a hot tub.
9 ½ Wanks was called up by R.A., Fuck Buddy, for being overheard saying "I never get on my hands and knees", Fuck Buddy noted that this may explain her lack of dates for the last six months.
Glory Hole was brought up for swearing on trail "Fucking Hares" "Fucking Keg" "Fucking Trail", but obviously he was the only poor bugger overheard/caught.
Bitch's Bitch was called up for being an overachiever; he ran the Quad Dipsea Sunday. Hot tub.....
HJ4H had a dream last night that a bear broke into her house and ate her snatch....er, I mean snack. Of course the crowd wanted to know "was there honey?"
Newbies Just Mark, made to cum by Tasty Snatch and Just Eric, made to cum by Hard and Lengthy drank for being fucking newbies.
I might have missed a few things because my fingers stopped moving after a while and I couldn't concentrate...I was in my own warm little fantasy world, sitting in a hot tub eating Doritos.