A Moose In The Forest
A rite of passage comes as a surprise to be staged on the iced surface of lake along the bank. About forty gamy hashers cluster round a circle with kind of mitzvah and bundle of joy, particularly budding hare, Chippendale who primps his topknot with ostentatious long blonde wig under a red Hash cap; although there is a pool of perished melting water 20m away from Hash circle, Fire In The Hole and Six Kuai Short have iron nerves to be closer to the glade; GM Dazed and Confused as well as RA Comes On Vacation take turns to tickle the sensory stimuli of every hasher on site; Just Wendy perhaps treads on air to fall a sit fart pier while she stands in situ; SongMaster Dry Hole brings his aria to life to extol the feat of hashers from a baritone to a tenor; Just Victoria and Pickle Boy are hurry-scurry to on BeerB**ch for hashers drinking like a fish; Nut Pirate jumps in the circle as latecomer; the scintillating part is that Just Jazes matures into his Hash handle as Camel Sexual, the wise old world, he steps down on his knees in the center of circle and strips down to his shorts, in charge of COV and pursuant to a fitful moot of hashers, you betcha! life-giving beer shower irrigates his soma for this metrosexual man; the sound of singing and merriment burst out into a wintry season. As though the hashers attain a reverse growth over good time, living younger and younger.
To Reach First Beer Stop
To start with, GM Life Of Pee draws a crayola crayons for heads-up on the busy sidewalk in the downtown; The puppy in mood swing of which the absence makes the heart grow fonder with Dry Hole hightails ahead of hashers under a stretchy leading strings at the hands of Dry Hole; virgin co-hare Dreaming Semen ushers the hashers into the former signage, yet many new signs criss-crossed the old ones indeed and sole difference is to follow the red coloration; Transylvestite, Just Chris, Just Mike, Benz Over and so on run about wildly amongst the streets and alleys, in every direction; sometimes the tumult of traffics overwhelms the call for On On from hashers. CC’s orange skintight outfit brightens up the congested lanes; When hitting first pit stop, the small group of Hash walkers have arrived at their layover are marshalled by walker’s hare On Your Knees; Undulator has the wish fulfilled to taste a banana-flavored popsickle; Red Snatcher got lost and eventually catches up with the lineup of hashers by phone call; strictured hutong is hard-pressed to contain the dozens of hashers to stay longer for the cars passing in and out.
To March In Second Beer Stop and Round-tripper
Coasting through the regular marks. At Three Way and Open Check notwithstanding, there, more and more, hone a sort of serendipity to ferret out a mark, such as Six Kuai Short, Just Benny, Just Parti and newcomers; the beeline route licks the dust by the faster paces of hashers. While focusing on frisking the space at omnibearing for next mark, a familiar voice is fanning from the opposite street, “Ahoy…” They are right Hash walkers waving at second pit stop at a corner of avenue. Crash Test Dummy with broad smile; CumShot with chuckles, etc., the rest are footloose and insouciant. The sunlight radiates the heat throughout boundless limpid celestial body. Isn’t the glaciation being affected by the global warming? At least do the hashers stay put long and still feel the frigidity out of question. Taking the lead to open check is Rubbit’s judicious choice toward the mark that is discovered soon; and the homestretch is finished off without striking a blow. Waiting For It and Ten Times don’t attend the circle and hop the twig; the half victual at a local restaurant.
The higher the one stands, the further the one can see but the sight is bleary; The lower the one stands, the more blinkered the one is cramped and confused often. The discovery by chance is a pursuit to the end of time.