When: Thursday, October 25th, 2018. Where: Shaw/Howard University Metro Hares: Special Head Kid, Seizure’s Phallus, Issues and Tissues, Trickle Down Sexonomics, Poonapple Juice, and Wait Wait Don’t Fuck Me
Virgins: Justs David, Austin, Melissa, Wendel, and JC
Visitors: Village Tool, I Like to Swallow, Cocktistic, Jugs Juicy, Dribbles Before He Shoots, and It’s Not Cum It’s Ranch
It’s the Graffiti Trail! Where we all get a chance to start the night in virginal white and then defile each other in progressively colorful and crudely drawn ways! It is a chance for the artistic and the visual punners to thrive!
It is, let us be real, a chance to touch other humans because we are social creatures and some of us don’t get enough of that.
Also, drawing boobies! WOOOOOO!
Eiffel Plow Her was commended for his wine bag waggling. He managed to baptize several wankers with his sticky juices.
Cum Dumpling was found in the street aspiring to be a traffic cop. On the plus side it was the first time we’d seen him in the street without looking lost.
Seamen on a Pew was commended for being a super old wanker. As in Y2K old. He and the rest of his ancient cohort told tales of riding pterodactyls to opening circle and paying for hash cash with dotcom stock options.
Zombie was overheard complaining about having too many motorcycles. If anyone would like to offer themselves as a ride-able substitute with significant horsepower, maybe we can do something about her carbon footprint.
And then we fucked off to Satellite Room without naming anyone!
On – Only pedants and Italians say ‘graffito’ – on,
When: Thursday, November 22, 2018 Where: Rosslyn Metro Station Hares:Please Step Away from the Whores, Purple Peter Eater, Areola Boreales, and some more? Virgins: Just Sara, Just Huckleberry, Just Cupcake, Just Andrew, Just Laura, Just Jan Visitors: Mistress Cycle, Big Fat Gay Wedding, Robocock No See’ums:For Sale or Rent, Vagina (I think I wrote that one down wrong), Fire In the Hole
I haven’t spent Thanksgiving with blood relatives since I was “too young to drink.”
Regardless, I really did feel at home this year.
Please Step Away From the Whores was the uncle who brings wild turkey to dinner then passes out in front of the TV.
Colliteral Damage was the aunt who would rather raise dogs than children.
Little Red Ride Me Good, like my mother, got so drunk she couldn’t even be bothered to stand up to greet the guests.
Mourning Wood was that cousin who couldn’t get a date in high school, but took advantage of cuffing season to finally put a ring on it.
Throbbin’ Hood was the picky nephew who won’t eat turkey and makes his mom stop at McDonald’s on the way over.
Bipolar Bear and L’Chymen were the red headed step-children.
And then there’s me… just trying to get drunk and forget it all.
It wasn’t quite time for dinner, so we rallied for a second course and a very solemn occasion…
The Naming(s) of Just Gracie and Just Charlie
This dynamic duo splits custody of Colliteral Damage and her pussy.
Just Charlie is embarrassed by the time he tried to hump his sister and had to ask C. Damage for advice. He’s scared of everything, including Legos. This DARE dropout once took treats from a strange and paid the price in naps.
Just Gracie once skull fucked a puppy. She’s a guard dog with no bite, who would definitely attack Sully, but couldn’t take on a ten pound cat. This dancing queen loves wearing her pink tutu and once saved her family from a balloon.
It was time for dessert, so we let Twinkle Twinkle Little Cock have the dishonor of naming the two more confused hashers on that particular parking deck…
Sufficiently un-sober for an actual feast, we parted ways to eat, drink, and get (cranberry) sauced.
On – in it for the leftovers – On
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When: Thursday, November 8, 2018 Where: Smithsonian Metro Hares: Atari 6900, Whoregon Trail, Sphincter Shy, Poon-apple Juice, Camo Sutra Virgins: Just Ethan (He was Southern), Just Cole, Just Cody, Just (honestly, I didn’t catch this chick’s name, I was too distracted by Just Ethan’s accent), Just Ryan, Just Josh, Just Jay Visitors: Missile Anus, In The Shitter, Two Fingers
On a cold November evening, we met to celebrate the true reason for the season: Whoregon Trail and Atari 6900! I mean, veterans too, but let’s be real. After hares away, we sang a few rousing rounds of the button song, while noting Texas Hold Him’s yellow hat, which he was very proud of. Notably lacking was the presence of his sidekick, bicurious George.
Suddenly, the pack was on-out. Your noble scribe took the helm of walker’s trail, leading the charge on a path that was somehow straighter than Schrodinger’s Cock. Across sidewalks and… more sidewalks we trekked. The trail seemed so hopeless that Tragic Carpet Ride expressed his desire to eat a dead human. Not one to be burned twice, I kept my distance.
Meanwhile, on the other trail…
Over hill and through valley, across sidewalk and.. probably also more sidewalk, the pack traversed downtown DC. Doing her part to service men, Jiggly Tits jiggled those tits at the Marines on trail.
God bless American, indeed.
The biggest mistake an alpha hare can make is leaving the pack in charge of their own shot check. Carrying a mere two gallons of a non-descript liquid, we approached The Spirit of Justice, which it turns out is just a big fountain. Shots were had, photos were taken (all by our official EWH3 Hash Flash), and we were on our way. Finally, in the close distance, the pack appeared, having arrived at beer check quite some time before us. I proffered a beer and stumbled upon Dial F popping bottles like cherries.
The pack must have confused the sound of the cork with a shotgun because they were off before my second drink. On the way out, Assmaster 2000 revealed his true form as he found a spot on the swing set so he could lure little girls to have a seat. Like a late autumn Santa, he was just looking for his ho’s.
The second half of trail passed without incident, although Sally the Jizzhound channeled his inner Virginia driver by leaving his blinker on for two miles. I arrived at end only to see Quid Pro Blow dumping chips into his box of donuts. Now, that’s a threesome I can get behind.
In my excitement, I reached into my dry bag to find it not-so-dry. I frantically pulled out to discover a small portion of a wine bottle embedded in. my. hand. Stain Gretzky sprung into action with a first aid kit, proving that not all heroes wear fatigues.
Thanks to this medical emergency, I blocked out the happenings, cumming to only for a very solemn occasion…
The Naming Of Just Lady
Just Lady is an adorable make-out whore. This panty-licker has had the unfortunate luck of living with Sally the Jizzhound for over three years – and no, she’s not the jizzhound. Just Lady likes to hump the bunny (I wish that were an innuendo) and has only pooped on the couch once. Thanks to Rosetta Bone, Just Lady shall henceforth be known as…
But wait, there’s more!
Letting him know his true place, second to a dog, we invited Just Chad into the circle, too!
The Naming of Just Chad
Just Chad definitely doesn’t have a beard. This born and bred Maryland boy loves blind people and the flags they fly. He doesn’t watch porn with dicks in it, leading him to believe he has a big dick. Oh, sweet naivety. Just Chad is a late bloomer who doesn’t masturbate alone and lost his virginity on a church alter. He doesn’t talk dirty – what a shame – but likes hitting it from the Baaaa-ck. His fetish for powerful women helped him somehow woo an entire female rugby squad, leading to Rosetta Bone’s sloppy seconds of a name…
With glass in my finger and darkness in my soul, we marched to Trusty’s and tbh I can’t tell you a damn thing that happened there except Fireball shots.