Hash Trash #562
- View SourceIt was a dark and stormy night whence was convened the 562nd meeting of the VCH3, drinkers with a running problem, in the parking lot behind Brendan's in Camarillo. No one could recall a Camarillo hash in recent history, so it was all very new and exciting.
Hares were Blew My Check and Just Mike. In attendance were At Your Cervix, TwitHer Tweet, Hello Penis My Old Friend, Dung On The Tongue, Slip n Suck, and virgins Just Robin, and Just Stephanie. Incoherent scribblings on the ground indicate Circuit-cision arrived too late to join the pack. He will be flogged at a later date. An outstanding turn out.
After the blessing of the hares, they were off, laying an eagles and turkeys hash, 4-6 miles with 3 or 4 beer checks depending on the trail you ran. The fleet of foot who took the second eagles split were rewarded with actual good beer (Fat Tire). The trails were flawlessly laid. Any missed beer checks were strictly the fault of the pack. There were multiple claims of hare snare, but if you didn't get `em by the hare balls, it didn't count.
Down downs were conducted within the aforementioned Brendan's, where the manager threatened to sing us a rugby song, then promptly forgot it. Despite that, songs were sung, sometimes with correct lyrics, crimes were punished, grievances aired, and beer consumed. And there was much rejoicing.