What: Tornado Alley Hash #1146 - World Peace Through Beer
Where: Park Villa in North Riverside Park, off of Bitting St.
When: Saturday, October 20 - 3:00 pm
Hare: BOY Anus
Hash Cash: $7 (Imports at this one!)
Approximate Distance: 3.5
Shiggy Rating: 1.5 - Primarily Paved
This is our annual World Peace Through Beer hash that coincides with UN Day. We'll be celebrating (and cursing) other nations by drinking the beer that their country has deemed worthy of export. If we decide we like it, we rejoice. If it tastes like shit (I'm looking at you Cambodia), we write a strongly worded letter to the Pentagon, urging immediate military intervention in said nation.
This is also the one year analversary of Phi Phi Licker, I.M. Weiner, Big Black Dick, and Slip n' Slide. Two of them will be there for sure, and there is rumor that that all four might actually make it!
We've got drunk and fought cancer, now it's time we get drunk and end war!
Hounds: Dipstick, Dipshit, Tequila Tony, BP loody Dyke Turner, PPL, In My Wiener, SlipN'Slide, Big Black Dick, nnAaron, nnDustin, Stumpy Whisker Biscuit, nnSierra, Just Lays There, NBA
After reading the Wichita Eagle this morning, it appears that our efforts to reduce international strife have worked. In fact, there was was hardly any international news at all. That proves that our modest efforts here in Doodah have had a profound effect on increasing world peace.
Starting from the Park Villa grounds in Riverside, right next to the DARE carnival, the hare took the hounds (including a shoeless Tequila Tony) on a delightful tour of midtown Wichita, leading us to the first beer-near, where we were offered the choice of beer or methadone. How considerate of the hare. However, the clinic was not open, so we had to settle for the beer. Then, he led us back north, past a multitude of USD259 schools, giving us the reminder that yes, he is a tenured 259 employee, and that yes, Monday will eventually be here and half the pack will be back in purgatory.
Trail then took us over the first water crossing where we were given a nostalgic glimpse of TAH3 Island, the site of recent good times. The second beer near was then found at the hare's abode. We were delighted with the wide variety of beers from the countries of Detroit and Pennsylvania. Trail then took us back to the Little Arkansas River in Riverside, where we waded across our second water crossing (well, some did, but most chose the bridge). Trail then led the pack into the woods, past red-clad ninjas (which weren't mentioned in chalk talk), and then on to the on-in.
The circle was where the real peace work began. The hare provided us with a wide variety of scrumptious international beers. We sacrificed a virgin, and named a no-name. No name Aaron, after numerous questionings, was given the earned name of Gooch Poop Support; "Gooch" for short. NnDustin had to postpone his naming for just a bit, because he had to go pick up his new bike (lame excuse). The on-after was at the hare's house, where the pack continued enjoying beer and ate pizza. We moved the party to the backyard and started the long, painful process of naming nnDustin. After much questioning, discussion, and consumption of beer, nnDustin was named, (drumroll), Cuddle Puncher. If anyone needs to know the stories behind the names, ask the newly-named hashers. I'm sure they will be happy to share.
The day also served as a REAL anniversary for four hashers: Phi Phi, Weiner, Big Black Dick, and Slip n Slide, who were all present for the celebration and living proof that BOY Anus has the ability to actually make people continue to cum even after being named.