When: Thursday, February 7, 2019

Where:  Shaw / Howard Metro (Green / Yellow Line)

Hares:  Atari 6900; Schrodinger’s Cock; The Cock Whisperer; Dude, That Guy; General Tso’s Dicken; Colliteral Damage

Virgins:  None, ya filthy sluts

Visitor:  A big ole sausage fest + a wayward Pudjam harriette:

  • Whore With No Name, from Arkansas
  • Born On Your Anus (B.O.Y. Anus), from Wichita Kansas
  • Just Josh, from Fort Lauderdale
  • Mighty Waters, from BAH3, but admittedly an edub virgin…. ok fine

On-After:  Satellite Room (note to self, how am I just realizing now that as shitty as this trail was even the ON-AFTER was on theme… damn)

I would be remiss if I didn’t mention that the night’s festivities began with a moment of silence to honor two hashers we lost this week: Wreath Around most recently of Chicago, an institution in the DC hashing community for many years, and Ghetto Inferno of Lehigh Valley, a friend to many in DC.  On-up to the big on-after in the sky, y’all.

(Btw, guys, holy fuck I did a thing in HTML to make this embedded GIF centered… GREAT GOOGLY MOOGLY I learned something in college!)

Now onto the mothership.  Violations:

  • It’s two weeks since my last Scribe appearance, and here I am in circle again.  I look around, here’s Blow Me Closer Tiny Dancer as GM again.  I look to my left, here’s Poon-apple Juice as RA again.  I look to my right, here’s Atari 6900 as the alpha hare on a shitty trail where everyone got lost again.  So I have to ask myself… didn’t anybody tell you idiots Ground Hog Day was last week??
  • You Can’t Handle The Poop was on trail getting everyone guessing distances like he was running a carnival booth trying to figure out how far away that elementary school was… he had to make sure it was at least 500 feet.
  • Speaking of being problematic, thank god Maybe It’s Gaybelline got separated from us in Meridian Hill Park so we were only like third creepiest group there.
  • Shout out to the pack for nearly picking up Noodles the Dog as trail treasure.  He serves as a good reminder that the theme for WIE is Anything but Human.  Rego today, ya animals!
  • Poops, I Did It Again! And Sister Of A Downs were commended for nearly getting picked up as reverse trail treasure by a suspiciously curious and well-dressed older muggle during beer check.
  • On the other hand, Mambo # Hives was overhead comparing trail to her last hookup: it wasn’t the best laid, but it got the job done.
  • Speaking of sex, Schrodinger’s Cock tried real hard to get me to drink the rest of his beer at beer check so he could go “lay trail.”  I was like, oh sweetie, if I wanted you to pawn your backwashed sloppy seconds off on me I’d just go looking for Poon-apple Juice.  (Just kidding, I definitely drank that beer.)

And, boy oh boy the action doesn’t stop there – we had my first naming back as Scribe, and we sure had a good one!  While #SquadHoles was busy burning down a Chick-fil-a in Miami, we were graced with the presence of our very own real-life Florida Man.

Meet Just Josh, he used to live in DC, but now he’s busy being a low-key real estate mogul in Fort Lauderdale, ostensibly because the weather in DC isn’t nice.  (No shit, Sherlock!)  He was dressed in a full adidas track suit, looked like the bad guy from Karate Kid 2, and was remarkably cagey about his sexploits.  We did finally drag it out of him that he’s into skiing and… water sports.  Despite his love of EDM, audiobooks, JavaScript, the original recipe of Four Loko, and revenge pooping, we just couldn’t let the pee thing go.  He literally left in the middle of his own naming to pee.  And ya definitely don’t move to Florida unless you like Disney World.  So henceforth, and forevermore throughout the world of hashing, Just Josh will be known as When You Piss Upon A Star.

On – it was a good night to see Uranus – on,

Stain Gretzky