…Well actually, I just saw a whole lot of underpants!

Last Sunday, with Chick Clit out of town, we celebrated her birthday in a way she’d be truly proud of: We paraded around the Carlsbad/Oceanside gray area with our best underthings on over our outerthings.

Don Juan a Beaner set a trail that was so well marked that the entire pack came immediately back to start because they couldn’t find a second puff of flour. I’m not sure what happened to him from the time he left to the time he returned (I was off saving the hash, more on that in a minute) but he came back looking as though he had gotten on the wrong side of a mountain lion.

Meanwhile, back in the Kohl’s parking lot, a few of us put our half minds together and realized *gasp* we had no hash snaxxx! Well, that would not stand! Splatterpussy, Flotation Devices, ASSS and H2GL to the rescue! After receiving our budget from Dr. Zaius, into Albertson’s we went. We were careful to stay in a group, because 4 people with underpants on the outside is perfectly normal, one is a freak… (Or Quailman)

As the pack began to appear directly below us we noticed some security guards in close proximity to them. Well, BORT took one for the team and lured the guard away so that the rest of the pack could get by. This caused BORT not the “win the hash” as he usually does, and meant that the FRB mug remained with Don Juan (who mysteriously lost it in the cavernous depths of the cab of his truck moments before he was supposed to wear it while haring) for another week. (Which is way more than “4 more beers”, be honest, a week is more like 12-15 more beers!) The hash shit did pass, to Shigmata. I’m not sure why, as I had done about 12 down downs by that point. I was called up for reasons ranging from not being there in 2 weeks to wearing someone else’s underpants. I also got to stand in for the lovely and talented Chick Clit and drink her birthday down down.

I’m glad that we are back to having OnAfter’s as they were always one of my favorite parts of the hash. The OnAfter is where you get a chance to talk to people, to really get to know them. Well, this particular day, we adjourned to Hooters and had a blast. We confused the waitress, played “duck duck goose” and were asked politely by the manager not to swear because Hooters is “a family restaurant”. Right. I know there are plenty of parents who take the kids out to stare at some T&A over a meal, but if you ask me, Hooters is more geared toward making families than feeding them.

The OnOnOnOn was at The Alley, as usual. We stormed in there and took over the karaoke and in true Humpin’ fashion, showed that we can make anything worse.

On On to being the new temporary Hash Snaxxx!
~Here 2 Get Laid

Upcumming Events:
4/11-13 Splatter’s Birthday Campout
5/30 San Diego Red Dress Run
6/13-15 jHavelina H3 1000th Run