Cum on out and hash with us on this second Tuesday of February. Love is in the air – and it’s Mardi Gras! – so get yer cute heiney out and hash with us. $3 hash cash, bring cranium lamp, expect surprises along the way. Start is at the Nations Bar and Grill over in, well, the Nations area.
PBR #22 lands on the official date of Mardi Gras, so what better time to hash?
Won’t you join us? Meet at 6p, hare away at 6:30. 2ish mile trail, urban with shiggy possible. One beer stop. Your hare is Sexual Healing.
Bring $3 hash cash, a vessel or coozie, cranium lamp, and a keen sense of adventure. If you have a bra that you can wear outside of your shirt to fling at the locals, please do so.
Side street parking available – don’t park in the library lot; they will tow.
Bubbles’ Birthday Bash
So there I was having a burger and a beer talking with Brakes for Nuttin’ after laying a short trail when 3 wankers showed up, Little Man, Elmo, and Wiener Whisperer. Then 2 others, Chewy and Juggs, showed up after getting a “wake up” call that they were late. We had circle and waited for the slow/late ones to arrive. Then the pack was off as the hare went to the first beer stop, which was where they started from at JC’s Bullseye and got a pitcher ready. After the beer stop we headed, “Who said head?”, off to the next stop. As we walked/ran past a hotel and saw an indoor pool there were comments made why that wasn’t a sex stop as we walked past the night manager and got a confused look from him. Anyways off we went across the street and into some shiggy, real shiggy like the kind you need a machete to get through. Luckily the hare was staying with the pack because the damp grass and dark of night made the harrow very hard to see. So in we went and made it to the next stop where some luscious PBR and Milwaukee’s Best awaited for us. Then it was off again and we made our way into some neighborhood near the bar and made it to the second check. At this point someone was using tech on trail to notify another hasher, Clueless, where to meet up with us. Side note I forgot to call this person out for tech on trail you lucky bastard. At the check we had one wanker who had to leave and thought they cut trail when actually they were on true trail and ended up being FRB. Two others took off and didn’t come back on the whistle check. They were gone awhile down a dark alley, what were you two, Little Man and Wiener, doing? We finally made it to the end a whole 0.7 miles, true trail length, later and had circle. As there is no mismanagement to this cluster fuck that is how circle began as a cluster fuck but still fun times. Shiggy Trail, accusations of: nerd names, being late, ditching trail, and missing trail altogether were made. We sang low and had some more beers. On-Out.