The First Crack of the Moon Hash 12 Apr 2007 by Horn-E       

About a month ago their was some nasty video on TV of a big rogue off duty cop pounding on a tiny female bartender for not serving him in his over served state. I asked our own resident good guy cop, Mount Me Puh’leeze, if he would be offended if we held a hash there? He thought it was a great idea and volunteered to be our hare. Mount Me Puh’leeze asked his brother-in-law, Speckle Bird to Co-Hare with him. Is that incest? Speckle Bird came up with the idea of the We’re Not All Bad Hash.     

And so we gathered up at the Shortstop Inn. Good attendance too. We actually got more people then the last TH3 Hash. It’s okay to rib them because their GM, Rear Loader came up with that point. All right, this isn’t 142 hashers. But it was larger then we have been getting, by a bunch. I guess we all didn’t appreciate what happened and wanted to show support for our own Police Officer. That and we are a bunch of hashers and we do all sorts of things for the shock value alone.      

Enough of the bull shit nice stuff. What happened on this shitty hash. We gathered up outside for a quick chalk talk. I paused to fart and missed most of it. But I don’t remember anything about F Falses or BC Back checks. Fortunately we got past those okay.     

Our trail started to the south with a bunch of burly drunken hashers and one tiny bimbo, Canned Pussy. I led south to our first check. Canned Pussy was already heard whining before she got to that first Check, a whole block of furious running. I found a F, The 69 Cent Man found another. I finally headed down an alley and found the trail. After a few quick splits, Canned Pussy took the lead and came up to the short cutting hare, Mount Me Puh’leeze, The lame Milk My Yak (and why isn’t he even trying to run), and the really lame Rear Loader (actually really lame.) Canned Pussy saw the advantage of hanging with them and started to walk with the walkers. We ran back to Belmont for a Check. A False to the left and Easy On The Ass found the trail down an alley heading west. A couple of alleys and streets and we came to a WC Water Check in a park. I led from here as we looped the park, and that damn basketball court and finally The 69 Cent Man led us out of the park and down an alley. Good. He found the Back Check. The walkers and Speckle Bird were waiting as we emerged from the alley and I found the trail. I led us to a school were we had a bit of trouble finding marks in the dark. By now there were three of us up front and we ran on to another check. The 69 Cent Man found the trail and Easy On The Ass and I found the On Back marks and the three of us ran on to a Beer Stop in a tiny little bar. Eventually we all arrived, had a beer and ate all of their pretzels.     

Back at the Shortstop Inn, I made a barely successful attempt at keeping the only two pitchers in the bar half full. We held a typical moon hash circle to a bunch of lame down downs for our lame pack, the hares, to many walkers, to many DFLs etc. We were also joined by the easy rider, Or G, the pretzel refill guy Peterbilt, and Its Too Soft with his ever present camera. After the circle we hung around for a few more pitchers and a freebie on the bar before we all headed home. A good time despite catching every damn False and Back Check.  

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Horn-E