Chattanooga Hash House Harriers
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| Saturday, September 9, 2006 - Chicken Run with Basil and a side of Fuck Me In The Ass (hash #59) | |
| For the first annual [FULL] moon *unning of the ChooChoo H3,
our faithful participants gathered and the world-famous Ziggy's bar and liquor store.
Famous because when you leave, people know where you've been just by the smell on
your clothes. Our pack: Rerun McNally, Thunder Pony, Cum On Down, Luv Bug 69, Just Rich, Sticky Banana and a later cameo by Just James. The hares: Maple Queef and virgin hare, Just Meredith (this hash popped the cherry). After a few tasty golden nectars, the hares and pack gathered outside for a little chalk. About this time, Just Meredith discovered a gaping gash in bag o'chad. Oh well - and then they were off. The hares dashed up the street behind Ziggy's and straight into the woods. A mild climb, some briars and our favorite, P.I., the hares were running through an apartment complex. We later find that Sticky Banana had lost his dog and the locals tried to help him find it. Down the street and into an alley, the hares they went. Near the end of the alley, a well-hidden mark on the side of a fence and we bolted through somebody's yard. By the time the pack found the trail, the natives were getting restless and now in full on stare while they stood on their porches. A quick left turn the trail split for the *unners and the "non-walkers." Following the urban shiggy, the trail converged somewhere on bell avenue to head up the hill. Over the hill and through the apartment complex to grandmother's steep-ass ski hill we went. The hares zipped down it, neglecting to mention what looked to be a stable tree to hold was actually dead wood. Apparently Just Rich found this and took it all the way into the street, leaving some blood behind. Past some ankle biting dogs and a kid with a Red Rider BB gun (my ass still stings), and on to the half-down. The pack was soon to follow with Sticky (who short-cutted) and Luv Bug. The rest of the back was soon to follow. After a few quality nectars and a short warning by maple about the climbing ahead, the hares were off again. Straight up a 100 foot embankment and on to a gravel road. We turned left at this point because to the right was a sign that indicated a large dog would probably eat us. On through the gravel we went, turned left and back into the woods. We pounded over single-track and came to a 4-way split. The hares had to think on this one because at this point it was pitch-black outside and the moon was running late. The trail continued through the woods and eventually to two more splits. Finally, the pack arrived at the end (somewhere in the woods) where beverage and dinner awaited. After a long day of slaving over a hot stove, Just Meredith and Maple Queef presented a gourmet meal of rotisserie chicken, potato salad, macaroni, rolls, chips and some other stuff. We did however forget some sort of lantern so dinner was by flashlight. FBI's: Luv Bug 69 & Thunder Pony FRB: Rerun McNally DFL: Cum On Down Violations: Short-cutting: Sticky Banana Nerd Naming: Rerun McNally There were some others, but this hare has forgotten. On to the fun - Just Meredith gave us the 411 on her personal affairs and after some deliberation, a name appeared to us from the heavens. Something about liking to be slick or wet or some strange use of Chap Stick. Goodbye Just Meredith, hello Berry Slippery Lips. Swing low, sweet chariot, and the hash left in peace. |
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