Yea, what Fuk Stik said....my brain is bleeding.<br><br>See you guys soon! Mwhahahahaha.....<br><br>Love,<br>Pelvis Chestley<br><br><div class="gmail_quote">On Tue, Mar 9, 2010 at 1:42 PM, Avocado Tom Tarka <span dir="ltr"><<a href="mailto:tommy@roadtrip.net">tommy@roadtrip.net</a>></span> wrote:<br>
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I understood very little of that.<br>
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BRAVO!<br>
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ON ON!<br>
Fuk Stik<br>
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On Tue, Mar 09, 2010 at 01:21:16PM -0500, Butthead wrote:<br>
> So H4 had a hash Sunday February 28 because MFP (aka yoho ono Andy) felt<br>
> compelled from duty and perspiration to set a trail, and because soon it<br>
> would be March, and that would be too late for a February trail, even by<br>
> Blue Hen standards, if not the standards of little boy blue.<br>
> Present were some hashers, like HAFKAS, Toxic Waste, Devil Woman, Crash<br>
> Test Dummy, Butthead, a stop in mid trail by Early Boy Krieger (aka<br>
> Comes Early) and follow up appearances by his lovely bride Plunge and<br>
> Puke and their spawn, The Brazilian dance queen Portaho who acted as<br>
> hash flash but is thought to have deleted her pictures (or was she<br>
> missing and deleted some pictures at some following hash like the recent<br>
> Bumbybirthdayhash....or was it both sets of pics....hmmmm), the RA<br>
> Skidmarks, a late arrival by Lick N Stick, Amber Alert, and various<br>
> other people who names may come to me as I relay events that may or may<br>
> not have transpired. Perhaps Glownads or the big sis DWP, sheesh, I<br>
> can’t really be sure (where are those pics?).<br>
> The pack having decided to hash arrived at the Nottingham Green pool<br>
> across from Dung Ho’s house in the wonderful Delaware subdivision of<br>
> none other than Nottingham Green. The snow pack having modestly<br>
> retreated, much of the parking lot was accessible, though some<br>
> apparently had problems. In any case, the hare gave us directions and<br>
> set us off. We explored the area around the pool, and headed off in<br>
> the general direction of route 273, aka West Main Street. At some point<br>
> we met some cops coming from an imagined domestic dispute, or so I<br>
> imagined, who took some meandering interest in our trapsing through the<br>
> streets but failed to intervene when faced with our constant jaywalking.<br>
> We proceeded to wind through the neighborhood until we arrived at the<br>
> first beer stop at EB and Plunge and Puke’s (Cherry Bone Her) house,<br>
> where some of us entered to pee, and others merely consumed some malted<br>
> beverages in the great outdoors. CE then joined us for the remainder of<br>
> the hash, which commenced back up his cul-de-sac and out to Barksdale<br>
> road, over the Apple Street bridge, and by hug and shrug, on to the the<br>
> Village Green Town Court, where we trespassed into the former appts.<br>
> That now serve as rude a mentally dorms, or so the RA’s (resident<br>
> advisors) inspection notice indicated, where apparently the abominable<br>
> hash hare is allowed to remain in the presence of the resident students,<br>
> and we consumed beer in said hare’s appt/dorm. Alas, soon BH was<br>
> complaining about the lack of food, and others wanted to exit in order<br>
> to clean their toe nails, so the hash recommenced towards the back of<br>
> Cavern Green, past the train tracks, and across Barksdale. There there<br>
> was some confusion as to trail, as many hashers, familiar with the<br>
> scene, figured a left turn was in order in order to visit little boy<br>
> blew, but instead a right turn was in order and soon we were back on<br>
> Fisk Drive and progressing on up to the aforementioned pool. At that<br>
> point, we found Dung Ho and daughter, and Dung joined us for a bit of<br>
> civility and nashing, and we entered MFP’s parents house as they were in<br>
> some EU country and the premises needed to be occupied, where we circled<br>
> in the basement. Everyone consumed for nearly every reason, but alas<br>
> pizza came and the circle was broken, so up we went and consumed copious<br>
> amounts pizza, salad, bedeviled eggs, fried potato crisps, and perhaps<br>
> some other goodies until we could eat no more, and fancifully there was<br>
> pizza remaining.<br>
><br>
> And that’s the way It was. Good night and Good Luck.<br>
><br>
> BH<br>
><br>
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