EWH3 #550 – Grafitti Hash, Dupont Circle

Hares:  Monday Sticky Monday, Underground Railroad, Wax On Whacks Off, Tit-ka-boob

Brew Crew:  Clappy Birthday, Wank Like An Egyptian

Virgins:  Just: Pam, Jonathan, Kent, Tim, Danielle, and Josh

Visitors:  Daffy Dick (Killeen, TX H3), LOAF (Akron H3), Just Stefan (Singapore H3), Hoover Daaaaaaamn (formerly of WH4)

Analversaries:  69 hashes—Peace O’Chum, Presidential Nasty; 169—Kandy Panties

Ononon:  The Front Page

 

For the annual grafitti hash, the white t-shirt-clad pack met up in Dupont Circle and, armed with Sharpies, started writing all over each other.  There were all kinds of brilliant gems.  My favorite piece of grafitti seen on someone else was a naked, spread-eagled hermaphrodite on the back of Buttfuck Norris’ shirt.  Seriously, it had boobs and a cock.  My favorite piece of grafitti seen on me was, “You must be this tall [with a line drawn] to ride this ride.”  Can’t Find Pussy in a Haystack started opening circle.  Now, I’m happy for Haystack, and I’mma let him finish, but Poop Weiner was the best GM of all time.  OF ALL TIME! 

 

We ran through the streets and alleys of the Dupont Circle area, and into Adams Morgan.  The pack must’ve arrived at the beer check at Marie Reed early:  We beat Plan B there and had to wait for our beer.  And wait.  And wait.  And write on each other some more while we waited.  Finally, it arrived, and we put our markers down and mugs up for some glorious, glorious beer.

 

After beer check, the pack headed south, along U Street and then into the gayest part of Dupont.  EWH3 being the gayest hash ever, we were all right at home.  Not long after that, we found the on-in, in an alley, and drank beer and wrote on each other some more.  Cock-a-Doodle-do-Me, guest starring as RA, found two very tall, very ripped Justs to serve as beer bitches, and called us all to circle up.  It all went normally, until, during the analversaries, Peace O’Chum took off her pants to put on her boxers and showed us all her bike shorts, emblazoned with a man’s junk.  It’s almost like there’s a running theme here, and it’s not grafitti.      

 

Violations:

  • Ring Toss Salad showed up at the hash with a creamy, white substance around his mouth.  He claims it was toothpaste, but we all know different.
  • Cum Dumpling shaved his scrotum and glued the hair from his balls to the top of his head.
  • Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Cock decided he wasn’t gay enough, so he went and got a miniature poodle puppy.
  • Fuck’s Up, Doc? worked on her masters’ degree in art on everyone’s shirts.
  • Buttfuck Norris had a very detailed drawing of Lady Gaga on the back of his shirt. 
  • Just Barnaby dressed up just like his daddy.
  • Red Eye Vagina and Two Lips in the Bush stayed away from the hash for years, but they both showed up to this one, just in time to have a love-fest with each other.
  • Just Victor did a double take when asked if anyone wants sausage.
  • Cock-a-Doodle-Do-Me pulled a Topher and paid the hash cash by check.
  • Duck Job showed up wearing a track suit last seen on the first season of The Sopranos.
  • Cum of a Preacher’s Hand and Ankles Away didn’t have sex on trail, for once.  They just held hands.  Cum of a Preacher’s Hand must be on the rag.
  • Ring Toss Salad left his sports bra at home.
  • An Inconvenient Poop lost her virgin.  Not her virginity, her virgin.  And she didn’t even properly deflower him!
  • Tit-Ka-Boob forgot to lay walkers’ trail up to beer check.  She had chalk, but didn’t know what to do with a long, thick stick in her hand.
  • Team Tastes Like Bad Decisions is running a 193-mile relay.  If that doesn’t taste like a bad decision, I don’t know what does.  And since whoever isn’t running at the time will be crowded into a van, it’ll smell like bad decisions too!
  • Silly Gay Virus tried to sing a song about “Johnny the Retard.”  Is that Donnie’s cousin?

 

Violations from the Crowd:

  • Peace O’Chum did her best Lady Gaga impression when she changed into her boxers. 
  • Tits for Tots can’t take it while running.
  • The Beer Bitches—Chicken Phucker just wanted to violate them, and he’s a heterosexual, married man!
  • Cockwork Orange  was complaining about white cream in her eye. 
  • Cum and Knock on My Back Door keeps hitting on Just Barnaby.
  • Twinkle, Twinkle Little Cock loaned Just Barnaby to Cum and Knock on My Back Door and is now $50 richer.  Poor Just Barnaby is a little sore.
  • Winn Dick-Me got indignant about roast beef.  There were a bunch of other food-related innuendos too.
  • Tits for Tots got dressed up an extra large condom that was ribbed for her pleasure.
  • Please Step Away from the Whores lost all the walkers.  Doesn’t he usually just auto-hash anyway?

 

After shotgunning a few beers, we had a NAMING!

Just Victor went to University of Massachusetts-Boston, majored in sociology, and now works for REI.  He tried to convince Hooooooal! to climb the climbing wall there when she went to buy shoes, just so he could look up her skirt.  The first time he had sex, his now-wife ripped his foreskin.  Apparently, he has a really long foreskin, which he’s used as a pickup line.  His mom once walked in on him while he was getting a blow job.  Just Victor has had sex on a balcony in Mexico on his honeymoon, and in a men’s room in Nantucket.  Someone walked in on that too, and the girl involved had to jump out a window.  Just Victor has also punched a girl.  Punching ladies, making them jump out windows—wow, this guy’s a real keeper!  Just Victor is originally from Colombia.  As in the Latin American country where they make cocaine, not Columbia, SC, where they make rednecks.  Finally, he dated his English teacher when he was 16.

 

Shitty naming suggestions were:

  • Merry Bris-mas
  • More to the Point
  • Circum-schism
  • Barely Covered Wagon
  • Say Hello to my Little Friend
  • Pop-Up Escobar
  • Here’s a Tip
  • Skin to Win
  • The First Fuck is the Bleedest
  • Stall Tactic
  • Turtleneck Section
  • Former Skin
  • Inglorious Ass Turd

and

  • Cutting Class

 

The pack was struggling, but ultimately, once the teacher story was told, there was no question.  Henceforth and forevermore, throughout the world of hashing (except Great Falls—fuck them!), Just Victor will be known as Cutting Class. 

 

We finished the beer from Plan B, went to the on-on-on, and tried to get laid. 

 

Besos,

Tits for Tots

EWH3 Scribe

EWH3 #547 – Farragut Square

Hares:  Cocktuplets, Cunt of the Litter, El Vago Libre, Peas on my Face, Just Alex

Brew Crew:  Hungry Hungry Hungry Homo, Mannipple Lickter

Virgins:  Just: Ross, Andreas, Matt, Sean, Jackie, Rodney, Adam, Sara, Dimple, Adam, Margie, Kristin, Greg

Visitors:  Save a Tree, Ride a Cowboy (Boston H3—transplant), Sister Swallow (Baghdad H3—transplant), Breakfast Boobie Trap (Baghdad H3—transplant), Drunk Whisperer (Sir Walter Raleigh H3)

Analversaries:  Little Red Ride Me Good—200 hashes

Ononon:  Recessions

 

The pack circled up in Farragut Square, named after Admiral Farragut, who said one of my favorite quotations ever, “Damn the torpedoes.  Full steam ahead!”  Isn’t that pretty much everyone’s M.O. after last call?  We ran through the streets and alleys of the Dupont Circle area, through a soccer field and around a playground.  The pack then threaded its way through a dark alley, where we found Peas on my Face giving out shots of Sparks.  We were all energized after that, but it didn’t last too long, as most of the route to the beer check was uphill.

 

After beer check near a replica of the Spanish Steps, the pack headed into Rock Creek Park and ran on a trail along the creek.  Fortunately, given that we weren’t warned that we might need headlamps, long socks, and the like, the trail ran alongside the water instead of going through it.  Once we exited the park, it was a short jaunt to the on-in, in another alley, where men loitering near the loading docks leered on.    

 

Violations:

  • Just Kristin tried to get away without paying her $5.  It’s a hash, not a gang bang, as much as they sometimes seem alike.  You can’t come for free!
  • Assflac really, really wanted to know how to give Cum and Knock on my Back Door’s dad a boner.
  • Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Cock once had a passionate one-night stand with Just Greg and gave him his favorite bandanna as a keepsake, but told Just Greg that his name was “America.”  Just Greg showed up at the hash wearing that bandanna and saying that, “America made [him] come.”
  • Just Dimple showed up at the hash pre-named.
  • Breakfast Boobie Trap pillaged homes in Baghdad and smuggled priceless antiques back to the US in her bra.
  • Mudflap complained that “it” was too big and he was getting too much head.  Why would anyone ever be unhappy about those things?
  • Snap Crackle Poop thought the shot of Sparks was a urine sample and drank it anyway.  I didn’t know he was into water sports.
  • Brokeback Mama had a stalking FAIL:  he but kept forgetting the girl’s name.  How can he possibly look her up on Facebook and HashSpace or Google her like that? 
  • Cock-a-Doodle-Do-Me pulled a Topher and paid the hash cash by check.
  • Cocktuplets had said that haring a trail was on her bucket list.  That’s weak sauce; you’ve gotta come up with something better than that.  Go jump out of a plane or something!
  • Little Red Ride Me Good, Double-Ohh Positive, Cum of a Preacher’s Hand and Ankles Away had a foursome on trail.
  • Uncle Tom’s Stabbin’ made her sister come.  Way to keep it in the family!
  • Wookin’ Pa Nub ended up leading the walkers.  There’s something very, very wrong with this picture.
  • Just Scot tried to hurdle a sign, got hit in the junk for his troubles, and gave himself a Darwin Award in the process. 
  • Peas on my Face brought her giant labia to the hash but wouldn’t let any of the boys play with them.

 

Violations from the Crowd:

  • Michael J. Fucks brought technology on trail.  Also, she should watch out for Brokeback Mama; he’s stalking her.  Rather ineptly, but still. 
  • Hair Cuntery located end circle where there was a ghetto velvet rope for him to stand behind while stunt RA-ing.
  • Cum and Knock on my Back Door was talking about his dad’s boner.
  • Underground Railroad went and got herself engaged.  Congratulations on sleeping with the same person for the rest of eternity! 
  • The hares laid a walkers’ trail that was more interesting than the runners’ trail.
  • Whore Crimes wanted to have sex before going to the hash.  Edgar Allan Ho protested that they didn’t have enough time.  Whore Crimes responded, “We’ve got 4 minutes!”
  • Edgar Allan Ho—beggars can’t be choosers.
  • Assflac shouldn’t talk about how beggars can’t be choosers.
  • Hair Cuntery is the replacement for Mush Mouth on the Fat Albert Show.

 

The police came by and weren’t happy about our circle location, but said we only needed to clear the area in front of the loading dock.  We relocated to the far end of the alley and then we had a NAMING!

Just Alex was born in Russia, went to University of Oregon, and now works for the Army Material Command as a budget anal-yst.  He’s so anal, he laminated the trail maps.  He keeps asking his girlfriend, Cunt of the Litter, to do anal with him, but she keeps refusing.  Also, he likes bears.  And people wonder why EWH3 is the gayest hash around!  Just Alex lost his virginity during his junior year in high school, the same year that he went limp after being given a blow job for 20 minutes.  For all the mocking we did, maybe it was just a really bad blow job.  Like a high school girl would really know what she’s doing down there.  He once got body-slammed by a cop into a window outside a Waffle House in Texas.  Just Alex has been hospitalized for drunkenness a couple times, and has had to be tied and handcuffed to hospital beds to keep him from ripping the IV out and leaving.  Finally, he once made out with a stripper and got his wallet stolen in a cab in Las Vegas.  Now, that’s material for a sequel to The Hangover.

 

Naming suggestions (that didn’t suck) were:

  • Hunt for Brown Cocktober
  • Fuzzy Wuzzy was Confused
  • Against the Wall and Spread ‘Em
  • Scattered, Smothered, Covered, and Nailed
  • Protected Feces
  • USSR You In?
  • Putin my Ass
  • Quit Stalin, Let’s Trotsky
  • Fluffleupagus
  • Dodge Vagina
  • Caress My Cock
  • Deep in the Butt of Texas
  • If I Were a Stiff Man

and

  • Abu Gay Ass

 

So many good names, so little time.  It was a tough call, but the pack couldn’t resist the combination of limp dicks and music theatre and eventually chose to name Just Alex If I Were a Stiff Man. 

 

The pack was way too rowdy to do a second naming, so instead, we drank more, sang “Jesus Saves,” had a beer fight and much, much later, went to the bar and tried to get laid. 

 

Beer-drenched hugs and kisses,

Tits for Tots

EWH3 Scribe

Hares: Cum of a Preacher’s Hand, Brokeback Mama, Meals on Wheels, Rusty Trombone, and 8mm.
Brew Crew: I Manual Cunt
Virgins: Just John, Robin, Jill, Brett, Kate, Dwyler, Dion, Marcus and Ben
Visitors: No visitors were stupid enough to run this trail
Analversaries: Marco Homo (Brew Crew Jersey), Uncle Tom’s Stabbin (17), Have Fun Storming the Asshole (17), Rusty Trombone (17) and
A-Salt My Ass (69)
OnOnOn: The Ugly Mug

We circled up, performed the normal rituals and then the hares came into the middle to tell us how short, flat, dry and well laid this trail was.  They then proceeded to mess up our opening song “Hi, My Name is Joe.”  Apparently this song is so complicated for these hares that they can’t remember it, in spite of the fact that we sing it every week!

How the first section of trail was I can’t really say because I zenned most of it with a couple of other hashers that had spotted trail on their way to opening circle.  We picked up trail and eventually the FRBs from caught up to us and we rejoined the pack.  After running with the pack for less than a mile trail sort of just disappeared.  After some aimless wondering by the pack, the harerazor, Roll Over, Bitch!, informed us the shot check was supposed to be near the corrections center and that he was going to lead us there.  Many howls of “But that’s 14 blocks away!  Can’t you just lead us to beer check?” were heard from many members of the pack.

On our way to the corrections center not a single mark was seen… once we were there we didn’t see any shot check either.  RO,B! looked around confused claiming “Well, shot check was supposed to be here!”  While we didn’t see any shots we did find a check and proceeded to get back on trail.  Eventually we found the shot check (about a half a mile away) and the hares manning it blamed the lack of trail on some freak rain storm… I never saw any rain on trail… just sayin…

While there actually were marks to be found after the shot check, they really weren’t all that useful when it came to following the actual trail… For example at one point we were true-trailed into a BT, which you had to blow through in order to pick up trail again.  Yeah that made sense… In spite of everything most of the pack did actually make it to the beer check, although from the stories I heard I don’t think ANYONE (other than, maybe, the hares) accomplished this feat by actually following trail!

The trail from beer check to the end was less eventful. Of course I pretty much followed Presidential Nasty into the end who may or may not have actually been following trail, so what the fuck do I know?  Now onto the details:

Violations:

  • The hares were bragging about how well laid the trail was during the opening circle.  None of these hares have laid ANYTHING well in their lives, this trail was no exception!
  • Hair Cuntery wore matching shoes and shorts to the hash.  He even made up a song about it.  I’m sure he’ll have his own show on Bravo soon enough.
  • Motor Mouth jumped Hair Cuntery for screaming “white flour!” Motor had no right to be offended because, as we all know, he isn’t really black.
  • Can’t Find Pussy in a Haystack got peed on by a dog at the beginning of trail.  In a completely unrelated violation Have Fun Storming the Asshole did a down-down for owning a gay dog that’s into watersports.
  • People were questioning whether Double Ohhh, Positive was really a man after he had to urinate three times on the first half of walkers trail.
  • Fecal Attraction was complaining that his ass was so sore he couldn’t sit down.  In another completely unrelated violation, FA’s girlfriend, Just Elyse, recently threw her back out and had an unlikely story about how she did it.  (Something about walking to work in sneakers…)
  • The hares decided to “lay” a choose your own adventure trail.  I use “lay” in the loosest sense of the word here…
  • Muff the Magic Dragon can’t tell if something is hard or soft.
  • Eat Your Vegetables was wearing new shoes.  I’m sure they gave his down-down that little extra something.
  • Put It Out was at Freddies last week complaining that his drink didn’t come with an umbrella, so the bartender made him a “purple pussy” (umbrella included).  No word on whether or not PIO got the bartenders phone number.

Then we had a special occasion… a naming! (It’s not like we do this EVERY week!)

Just Vicki went to school at James Madison University, home of the Dukes.  She was finance major who is currently unemployed.  (Upon hearing Just Vicki’s employment status the crowd cheered.)  Her favorite farmyard animal is the rabbit and her favorite sexual position is ‘reverse wheelbarrow.’  After some discussion within the circle it was determined that reverse wheelbarrow was a lot like regular wheelbarrow except that the girl is facing the ceiling instead of the floor.

When asked for an embarrassing sexual story Just Vicki told us about the time she burned her ass on the dryer while having a threesome with her roommate and some guy in the laundry room.  In another story her and a guy she was with were interrupted during sex when another couple walked in naked wanting to join them.  (According to Just Vicki this other couple was turned down.)  When someone in crowd asked how often she gets propositioned for group sex, Just Vicki replied “Isn’t that just another Monday?”

Just Vicki can’t read (go JMU!) and therefore doesn’t have any favorite authors.  She had no idea what the meanest thing she had ever done was either.  We did learn that she gave her first blow job at the age of 16 and that her current roommate is sleeping with a married guy.

The crowd came up with the following nominations for Just Vicki:

  • Delecunt Cycle
  • Cunt by Numbers
  • Dry Fuck Only
  • Downy Fresh
  • Two Girls One Cycle
  • Choo Choo
  • Sit-n-Spin
  • Minage a wash
  • Poonmate Wanted
  • Burn to be Wild


The laundry theme was strong and at the end Just Vicki was christened Swing Cycle in reference to her burned ass and her apparent commitment to a non-monogamous lifestyle.  We broke circle, went to ononon, drank and tried to get laid.   Was everybody happy?  You bet your ass we were.

Until next time…

On on,

Rear Protein Injection
EWH3 Scribe