When: 6:45 PM Thursday May 17th, 2018. Pack away at 7:15! Where: The Swamp of Sadness – No, wait.. West Hyattsville (Green Line) Hares: Pooples Mountain Majesty, Megan’s Law, Kooter Kunte, When the Ball Drops, Special Head Kid Virgins: None Visitors: None
Hold on to you hats, folks. It’s time for another impromptu meeting of the Juicy J Book Club for People Who Don’t Actually Like Reading And Would Rather Drink Beer Instead (trademark pending).
The Cat in the Hat is a children’ book written and illustrated by Theodor Geisel under the pen name Dr. Seuss. The story centers on a nervous goldfish, whose name we never learn. Old Goldie has been left in charge of two young children, Sally (not a Jizz Hound) and he-who-must-not-be-named, while their parents are away. During this rainy afternoon, a tall anthropomorphic cat wearing a red and white-striped hat rolls in and begins to trash their home.
Rather than call CPS, the fish attempts to reason with the Cat in the hat, protesting loudly at the introduction of two feral animals (dubbed only Thing 1 and Thing 2) into the home. The climax of the story occurs when Ole Gold spots the matron of the household and fears he will be fired from his post as ad hoc nanny – and promptly flushed.
Suddenly, the Cat drives a zamboni through the home, miraculously leaving it spick-and-span before leaving as quickly as he appeared, leaving the fish to wonder if it was all a fever dream.
We’re always so negative here at Everyday Is Wednesday, but Dr. Seuss leaves me feeling all warm and fuzzy. Let’s start off with some commendations instead.
Megan’s Law was commended for providing private tick checks, but let’s be honest. We were really all just happy that he was trying to quench some of L’Chymen’s thirst.
Picture this: The first of the pack get to end but – alas! – Scrotal Recall is stuck!
A commendation to all the wankers (which I’m told was mostly The Hares) that stepped up, for saving the day and freeing Scrotal, proving that while not all heroes wear capes, they do wear silly hats.
Kuter Kunte brought a giant umbrella and Too Easy donned her wellies. Normally, I would violate them for over-accessorizing, but in the absence of Please Step Away From the Whores, they were kind enough to provide us with a different kind of PSA:
Once I got tired of being nice, we moved on.
Throbbin’ Hood arrived in swim trunks and Geriatric Mandering has toes that would make any camel jealous.
Schrodinger’s Cock and Pooples Mountains Majesty both dressed as birds, in a futile attempt to lure in some unsuspecting pussy.
Meanwhile, the Hares just… stopped marking trail? They only succeeded in perpetuating the myth that everyone will finish at the same time.
Now that we (all 24 of us) were soggy and rapidly contracting Lyme’s disease, we moseyed on over to Lee’s to sing a sweet, sweet chorus devoted to a gal namedCaroline.
On – so good, so good, so good – On Poon-apple Juice
But wait! What’s this? BONUS TRASH!!!
EWH3 TRASH #1067.5 – THE BREW CREW PARTY – SATURDAY MAY 19TH When: May 19, 2:00pm – 5 or 5:30ish Where: The home of the only two wankers dumb enough to invite us over – Sphincter Shy and Whoregon Trail D’Erections: The Potomac Ave Metro (Blue, Orange, Silver) was a scant two blocks away. Bikeshare…eeeehhhh….Eastern Marketish? Street parking should’ve been reasonably easy to find (Spoiler: It wasn’t). Hares: We don’t need no stinking hares! But… chairs! We totally needed more camp chairs. Miscellaneous Crap: We welcummed glutards and overbought supplies On-After: TRUSTY’S! And some of us also went to Nerd Nite, duh.
The EWH3 brew crew is the most noble service a hasher can offer. While many think of brew crewers as martyrs – nay! SAINTS! – our Dark Keg Lord Throbbin’ Hood (minus his nut sack) gathered the masses to reassure everyone that it is not too late to join the ranks of the EWH3 elite.
Those brave enough to attend were treated to a veritable feast of beer, homemade wine, meat tubes, Guac-olate Chip cookies, meat, more beer, some meat for good measure, and – oh yea! – beer.
We learned such valuable information as:
How to open a van door, using a key
The nuances of strippers and why you shouldn’t tip them
How humans rank compared to other species in terms of distance r*nning (so says Hyperpoop)
Proper can crushing technique
Apparently, you can grow a new butt hole (Son What the Fuck?! was speaking from experience)
You can earn prizes for reaching the quite attainable goal of four crews in a year
Never wake a sleeping Anal Fission
Did you miss out? Don’t fret! Contact your Brew Meister to secure a date and time and partner in crime to show you the ropes. In just a few short weeks, you too can join..
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When: 6:45 PM Thursday May 10th, 2018. Pack away at 7:15! Where: Brookland Metro (Red Line) Hares: Blow Me Closer Tiny Dancer, Geriatric Mandering, Goldman Ballsachs Schrodinger’s Cock, Rosetta Bone, Mouthful of Clam Virgins: Just Nadov, Just Liz, Just Jessie, Just Drew, Just Jean, Just Ben, Just Linda, Just Kenzie Visitors: None Long Time No See-ers: Mouthful of Clam, Mudflap
Time for your literary minded scribe to provide yet another plot synopsis – this time based on the books!
Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone Harry is a sad orphan who is one day kidnapped by a giant, who informs him that he is – in fact – a wizard ‘arry. The giant and the boy go on a shopping spree where they run through the most ridiculous shopping list, which includes bathrobes, nocturnal animals, and some kitchenware. Harry, along with everything-but-the-kitchen-sink, boards a train to Hogwarts with his two newfound friends. (Meanwhile back at the hash, L’Chymen mistook the Brookland metro for Platform 9 ¾ and almost got hit by the Hogwarts Express.)
So far, the most unbelievable part of the story is that Ron – a ginger – has any friends at all. They face off against a troll, Cerberus, and slightly less than half of their professor’s skull. Despite this violent rampage, the students are commended and sent home to enjoy a summer of fun.
Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets In true Hogwarts fashion, Harry is visited by another creature of irregular size – this time a midget of sorts. Rather than taking a train, Harry’s friend flies his father’s car into an angry tree. It’s reminiscent of Tony Panda and Shamrock Your Cock’s auto-hashing adventure this week. Harry prematurely tackles Hogwarts’ foreign language component by mastering a language that allows him to converse with snakes. Wank Like An Egyptian, meanwhile, thinks his Parseltongue is the weakest muscle in his body.
But c’mon, who could control their snake around this fella?
Harry’s conversations with the monsters set loose in the school lead him to a hidden chamber, guarded only by a sad ghost who has been cursed to live her entire life in a toilet. In the chamber, he finds Voldemort’s misguided penpal, whom he saves with the help of Guy Fawkes.
Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban Harry is only in the wizard equivalent of third grade when he discovers his murderous godfather has escaped from prison, his friend’s pet is a full grown man, and his favorite teacher is a werewolf. Being a kid is tough, huh?
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire Harry illegally enters a Tournament of Champions, which requires him to steal from a dragon, save his friends from the bottom of a lake, and navigate a maze of trees. Mouthful of Clam entered his own tournament this week, playing Hide and Seek all by himself.
Despite his best efforts, Cedric Diggory misses prom – mostly because he’s dead and all.
Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
This is the one where Harry enters his emo stage (we were all there once) after a court appearance. Rather than prepare for the magical SATs, Harry and his friends start an underground fight club. Harry’s depression is intensified when he learns that his fate is intertwined with that of Voldemort and also that there are still two more books how is this series still going?!
Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince Harry’s principal takes a strange liking to him, providing secret “lessons” to him. Harry falls in love with his best friend’s sister. Oh, and Snape kills Dumbledore.
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Harry drops out of school to fight Voldy full time. He finally gives up and allows Voldemort to kill him, but the ghost of Dumbledore past convinces Harry not to die and the world is saved. At this point all of Chekhov’s Guns have been fired, so we are treated to a epilogue in which everyone seems to be seriously repressing their PTSD.
Now that we’ve covered that, time for some violations:
The Hares thought this trail was Game of Thronesthemed and tried to kill everyone off in the first act.
Like a true wizard-born, Whoregon Trail was confused by muggle technology. Like a true muggle-born, George Stuffedanoctopus was confused by Quidditch. And Atari 6900 was confused by how underpants work, like a true Squib.
And a Commendation for everyone who carried bins to and from beer check. Kind of makes me wonder what other gifts they can bring to my forbidden forest.
Now that I’m all worked up, I think I’ll go for a quick -ahem- broom ride.
On – Why Don’t You Slytherin..? – On Poon-apple Juice
Interstate 469 is an Interstate highway in the northeastern portion of the midwestern state of Indiana. In 2004, local officials namerd all 31 miles of I-469 in honor of the late former US President Ronald Reagan.
Area code 469 correlates to somewhere near Frisco, TX.
Year 469 was a common year starting on Wednesday. How fitting.
At the time, the year 469 was known as the Year of the Consulship of Marcianus and Zeno.
In the year 469:
The Ostrogoth prince Theordoric, age 15, returned to Pannonia after living as a child hostage in Constantinople.
The Vandals invaded Epirus, now known as Albania. They were expelled from the Peloponnese (Greece) and in retaliation, take 500 hostages at Zakynthos. On the way back to Carthage, they are slaughtered.
King Euric declared himself independent from the Western Roman Empire.
General’s Farm Animal was born.
Regardless of the number on his birth certificate (did they have birth certificates back then?), EWH3 has enjoyed his company at no less than four. hundred. sixty. nine. trails.
469 trails is a big achievement, and we celebrated with a keg (-ish) of some sort of rye beer.
GFA has been hashing longer than this scribe has been alive. His biggest fantasy is to live to see 569. #smallattainablegoals
GFA is the second bass in his choir, which is one base further than he’s gotten in quite some time. #thatswhyhewasscreaminghisownname
In true grumpy old man fashion, GFA was overheard this week screaming “hey deer! Get out of my woods!” #oldmanyellsatclouds
Wait Wait Don’t Fuck Me admitted to attending FIVE proms. Don’t get excited about this Casanova, though. He took his sister to all of them.
Schrodinger’s Cock was complaining about the smell while sitting on a trashcan. Maybe he should eat more pineapple?
This was the oldest group of hares we’ve had.. Maybe ever. They showed their age by sundowning quite hard, laying the same trail twice in one hash. They even forgot we had already had a beer check. Meanwhile, on walker’s trail, our hare walked us past a fake dog, proving that just because something is sitting erect, that doesn’t mean you should pet it.
In honor of the man who doesn’t know when to quit, the pack stuck around to drink a whole bunch of celebratory beers and sing about an abundance of El Caminos.
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