Three days, three trails, many blackouts. Here’s what you probably forgot happened this fateful WIEEEEEkend:
-We had a trail Friday night, hosted by the lovely Charm City H3. The hares were I’m Tho Thor, Just Angie, and Old Faithful, and while the majority of us stayed back because, well,
a handful of wankers left the comfortable drunken arms of the hashpitality and braved the rain for war games and beach beers. A gold star for you, you hash overachievers!
-Post trail shenanigans were had in the hashpitality suite, where the Iron Bartender Competition, pajama party, and drunk yoga took place! The winner of the 2014 Iron Bartender competition was The Ben Franklin Mob (and their illustrious protective penis cups), and the loser was definitely 10 Dixxx with Wings! for trying to cause liver failure in one fell swallow. The winner of the Pajama Party would probably be After School Delight for dressing like the X-Rated version of Rainbow Brite (Shameblow Brite?), and the winner of drunk yoga was definitely Massage A Twat, mainly because she was the only one competing. By the end of the night, we all looked like this (especially Dial F):
So thank you, Iron Bartenders! Mission accomplished!
-We had many, many visitors, and were even temporarily occupied by the Ben Franklin Mob, like when your crazy creeper uncle comes to visit and your parents are too nice to tell him to get lost.
-We had one virgin, Just York, who has amazing hair and lives in West- By Gawd- Virginia.
-Saturday morning trail came in many varieties: Ballbuster (thanks Whiskey, St. Pauli’s Girl, Dr. Toolittle, Twinkle Dick!), regular (Mr. hEd, Battledick, Colliteral Damage, RG3Some, Hell’s Anal!), walkers (Aunt Vagina’s Maple Syrup!), and Mimosa (Legggggggs Over Easy!).
-Saturday night pub-crawl made two pitstops; the American Legion (would you like some dinner with your karaoke?) and Seaaacretttts! which resulted in a lot of this:
With a post-Seaaacrettts dance party that looked a lot like this:
I’d like to take the time to thank the wankers dumb enough to take responsibility for planning this shitshow of epic proportions: Can’t Find Pussy In A Haystack, Colliteral Damage, Rape & Spillage, Snatch Shot, and Legggs Over Easy. Tragic Carpet Ride couldn’t have gotten laid without you. And, as always, a shout out to Boardwalk Madame and her crew over at Castle in the Sand for taking care of us once again. We’ll keep our pants on for you in public areas anytime.
Assuming you had as much fun as I did at WIE, you probably don’t remember that much besides your wicked hangover and doughnut-cravings sunday morning. Well, with our powers combined, your current and previous EWH3 Scribes (except Little Thunder Clap, who, once again, failed to deliver) were able to pull together a list of WIEkend highlights:
40 Things You Missed/Probably Forgot At WIE!
We opened with lost items; Uncle Bad Touch lost his mug, found it in a block of ice. RG3Some lost her necklace, found it in Dr. Toolittle’s boobs. I’d call that last one a win-win!
Supposedly, on Friday night…
1. RG3Some and Kindergarten Cock decided not to throw an orgy on Friday night (boooo) and instead turned the pajama jam into Drunk Fight Club. Just Mark broke the first rule of Drunk Fight Club and talked about Drunk Fight Club!
3. Just York, our virgin, thought Whiskey Business’ Iron Bartender shot was pee. Little did he know…
4. Apparently when Blows a Tranny gets really drunk, he reenacts entire scenes from Dirty Dancing. By himself.
What he thought he looked like:
What he actually looked like:
5. S&MOM was overheard saying “my sofa pulls out but I do not”
6. Tragic Carpet Ride was found projectile vomiting in the bathroom, but staying true to his outfit, managed to just cover the stall in marshmallow fluff (Remember kids, he “Stays Puft” for allllll the ladiesssss, specifically, the ones that hang out at the OC American Legion).
7. Dial F for Faggot, while inebriated, crawled into the bed of a female hasher and her boyfriend, and tried initiating coitis. Shocked by the advances, the female hasher confronted Dial F, at which point he soothed her fears by gently pressing his finger to her lips saying “shhhhhhhhhhhhh… just let it happen.”
8. Tax Poop Hole was in dad mode all night, which was a huge downer for all the other guys because those of us harriettes with daddy issues (ahem everyone) perked right up!
9. Oh, the Humanatee! and Cum Brulee had the pleasure of rooming together during WIE. However, when Oh met Cum, he couldn’t understand a word, and simply assumed he was really drunk. It turns out Cum Brulee was just really French.
10. Groundhog Lay was offering his scepter to willing harriettes, stating, “come and take a ride on my disco stick.” After he held it out to Mr. hEd, it broke in half. That’s a bad omen my friend.
11. Tapped Three Times looked exceptionally dismayed while pouring his shots for the Iron Bartender Competition. When 3, 2, 1, Fuck Off! was asked what was wrong, he responded, “Oh no, he’s not upset, his face just looks like that.” #chronicbitchface
Supposedly, Saturday morning…
13. More Men Pukes Tonight totally lived up to his name by puking into his hands in the hashpitality suite before Saturday trail. I wasn’t there but I was told it looked something like this:
17. RG3Some was overheard saying “eh. I think that’s a little too thick…” No such thing, you just need more lube!
18. Before heading out to hare BB trail, Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Cock was heard exclaiming, “theoretically, if I sucked cock, I’d be realllllly good at it.” Theoretically?
Supposedly, on runners trail…
19. Dildo Shaggins was so excited to discover that the guy at Peppers (beer check) was about to change the sign out front, she asked to help. Apparently she was so disappointed in the food at Peppers that she changed the sign to “fake crabwiches.” We support you in spirit, Shaggins.
20. Oh, AIDS was showing off his feminine side on trail by waxing nostalgic about his favorite scenes from Garden State. I’m just going to assume it was this one:
21. Mr. hEd, at the beer check, was walking around confused, saying, “well, I had pants…” According to reports, the pants were last seen along with hEd’s virginity back in 2003, behind the Chuckie Cheese.
26. I’m tho Thor was heard on trail saying “have you never shit yourself? You gotta pop that cherry sometime…” Channeling his inner Yule Log, no doubt!
27. She Has Small Hands confessed on the bus that she was not very good at pole dancing. I’m Tho Thor proceeded to offer sage advice, directing her to “keep moving up and down the pole, until you feel comfortable.” Preach on brother!!!
Supposedly, on Ballbuster trail…
28. After School Delight was not at all upset when she face planted into a particularly nasty bog because she “Always wanted to know what it was like to be covered in shit.”
33. Some Just described Yule Log and Miss Me Gag Me as a hash “Power Couple”… the more accurate moniker would be “PowerHour Couple.” That is, until Yule Log is sticking his fingers in someone’s nose or stumbling precariously close to the bonfire.