Well done, Charlie. What you lacked in quality you made up for in
quantity (not always the case, I'm sure). By the way, "canceled" has
one "l", not two, and "chagrin" does not include an "e." Nevertheless,
quite enjoyable, despite your self-aggrandizement.

BurrAss


--- In WVHHH@yahoogroups.com, "cshaffe5" <Cshaffe5@...> wrote:
>
> Be that as it may, the TRoy-Boy-Toy Hash began with a curse, having
> been postponed by some bonehead's idea that the previous hash should
> be cancelled. To reiterate, the Hash is NEVER, repeat, NEVER
> cancelled...the very definition of the Hash is that it goes on in ANY
> weather...if some can't drive there, then the Hash will proceed with
> those who can make it on foot. WE proved that at my Hash from
> Kegler's in Jan. when I started with only 2 hounds
> present...eventually 13 hardy hounds made it to my house, AND built a
> snowman.
>
> So the curse was decidedly upon the hash last night, and as I drove
> down Darst, what did I espy but two sodden sods plowing up the hill.
> I yelled out, "This had better not SUCK!" Some several minutes
> later, I courageously led the pack up that same hill...had I not seen
> the hares moments before, we almost certainly would have been done
> before we had started. As a tip, in the rain, in the dark, one must
> make vertical marks (On poles, stone walls, houses, cars, etc.)
> rather than horizontally (like on the street). NOt only so, but one
> must make MANY more marks than normal, as the pack will miss many of
> them. Being overly tricky is also to be avoided, as hiding marks only
> leads to mass confusion and a slow trail.
>
> My suggestions nowithstanding, I must credit Troy and Matthias with
> an interesting and fun trail. When we were at a loss, we simply
> expanded the circle ever outward until we eventually found the true
> trail. We succeeded in finding BOTH Beer Nears, one at ye olde Town
> Hill, right next to my pal Gunnar's house. After some cold ones, we
> proceeded toward town in a rather circuitous manner, winding through
> the 'Lair, then down to Hodges Hall, where Matthias had us thwarted
> with a confusing run up and down the stairs and on the elevator.
> Points for originality, fer sure! We then did a swing through
> downtown, then across the bridge to South park Exxon, where we were
> treated to a 2nd BN at the home of Troy, where the fair Helen (real
> name: Sharon) treated us to a fridge full of cold beer and Power
> Bars. By then it was about 7:50, so the "faire mayden" (as Troy
> called her...OK, I'm in a buying mood, so I'll buy that) handed me
> the phone, and I asked Troy to give us a little hint as to the way
> home to Rio. He told me the way to go home, and we took it. We
> ended up being on trail for two hours, but that included two BNs. We
> found Dave and HashKIng and Queen inside the restaurant, along with
> the fiery and vivacious Heather, who had brought young squire Travis,
> who babbled "HOORAY for OBAMA!!" repeatedly, much to the chagrine of
> his less-than bemused parents. His Uncle Charlie then taught him
> the "Barack Obama Song", and he giggled with glee....he does love his
> old Uncle Charlie.
>
> Not to take any credit for myself, but had it not been for Yours
> Truly repeatedly risking life and limb to find the trail, we might be
> out there still, searching in vain.
>
> "Sh*it Hash!" to Troy, which in hashing parlance means "good job, you
> wanker!"....and if you don't like hearing such hash "language",
> perhaps you should take up some other more savory and mundane
> pursuit, such as knitting or Zumba (which just happens to be MY
> favorite spectator sport).
>
> Beat THAT, BurrrrrrrrrrASS!!! You, you you...wummin.
>
> Love and Naked Twister to All,
>
> ANalGeeus
>
> oN-ON!!!
>