What: Tornado Alley Hash #1155
When: Wednesday, November 21st at 6:00!
Hare: Stumpy Whisker Biscuit and Boathouse Pussy
Hash Cash: $3
Hounds: PPL, NBA, BOYA, ASS, Puff, Pisser, nnCharlie, Beeeestie, and Dipshit showed up at the on-in having gotten his lazy ass up out of his Lazy Boy, Odor Eater also joined us at the on-in
The hare was supposed to be Dipshit, but as he likes to do, he bailed at the very last minute and sent out an all-call to find a replacement because he was too damn lazy to hare. BP and Biscuit valiantly stepped up and volunteered to take his place. We gathered at Lucky's, and the hares took off south, winding around a jillion alleys until we got to the Eagle. The hounds thought they found lost property, but hateful Eagle employees yelled at them to leave it alone. The hounds continued on, with tears in their eyes at having been yelled at.
Trail then took us to the first beer near at Emerson Biggins. Only four of us stopped in for a beer; the rest of the hounds were too stuck up, or too racist to stop there. These party-poopers were soon disappointed because trail pretty much led them to the on-in at the Pump House, with a few minor kinks placed in the trail so I couldn't accuse the hares of laying a straight line trail. At the Pumphouse, we thought we had been transported to the Land of the Dorky Plaid Shirts, when we encountered about 30 dorky-plaid-shirt-clad folks at the bar. They soon streamed out looking for their spaceship, in "Children of the Damned" fashion.
Odor Eater was there as his alter-ego, DJ Gumby, and he joined us every now and then at the circle. BOYA stepped in as RA, and did a pretty half-assed job. Lots of PBR was consumed, and there was much rejoicing. Even though no one had the excuse of having to work the next day, the hash ended fairly early. Hashers need their beauty sleep, after all.