Hares: Slumcock Anywhere, Can’t Find Pussy in a Haystack, General’s Farm Animal, Just Jamie, Just Allison
Brew Crew: Double-Ohhh Positive, Little Red Ride Me Good
Virgins: Just Lana, Dan, Jude
Visitors: 4 by 4 (Accra, Ghana H3), Drop ‘n’ Tag (Armenia), Pro Boner (transplant from NYC H3), Nymphuck (Aloha H3)
Analversaries: 17–Hong Kong Ptooey!, 69–Hungry Hungry Homo
OnOnOn: The Exchange
This trail commemorated the anniversary of Bill Clinton’s admitting he got it on with intern Monica Lewinsky… at least, depending on what the definition of “is” is. Now, I’m a big fan of Famous Original Bubba, so much so that I named my cat after him, so I was really looking forward to putting a blue dress on and runnign this trail.
Famous Original Bubba
Cute Kitteh Bubba
So, there we were, assembled in a parking lot off Washington Circle, all in blue dresses getting handed cigars (don’t inhale!) and squirted with sticky, white substances. So this is what interning at the White House would’ve been like. Once we were all sufficiently covered in, um, DNA, the pack took off through Foggy Bottom, past the Watergate–erstwhile home of the giver of Presidential Head–and onto the Georgetown Waterfront. Speaking of interns present and future, as we ran up the steps from the waterfront to K Street, we all got high-fived by what had to be a pack of college freshmen. Welcome! We’re happy to have you! After running through Georgetown, we found the shot check in a grassy area off another parking lot. The shot was, of course, a blow job. Bonus points if you ate it without using your hands! After sucking our shots down, we ran through parts of Kalorama and over the Q Street Bridge (to the 21st Century) before hitting the beer check on the Spanish Steps.
And then we were off again. The pack ran through Dupont Circle and then started cutting East, heading towards Lafayette Park. We all ran by the White House, of course, and then, finally, much to our relief, found the on-in in an alley near the bar. It’s the beer, stupid!
Hong Kong Ptooey! said, “I’m like a guy; I just want a quickie.”
Motormouth wanted to change boob checks and dick checks to over-35 and under-35 checks. Don’t take any more boobs away from the hash, you do enough of that with your “game!”
Unobtainium got the trail confused with his favorite porn and said it was, “long, hot and hard.”
Chip ‘n’ Fails tried to hit on a couple of guys on M Street. Their response: “That dress doesn’t look good on you.”
PSA told Floral Sex not to swallow. Bad advice. Besides, swallowing is what this trail is all about!
Speaking of which, someone asked Mannipple Lickter why his dress didn’t have any white stuff on it. He said it was because he swallowed.
Zamboneme thinks Santa’s jizz tastes like candy canes. I tried to get Cum on Prancer into circle so she could find out if she was right, but he was nowhere to be found.
RPI came dressed as Ken Starr, so Presidential Nasty gave him a DNA sample.
Whiskey Business said, when the pack got to the Georgetown waterfront, “Oh, no! The Waterfront! People might see me, and I look gay in this dress!” No, I’m pretty sure your being gay makes you look gay. (But not the reacharound–that’s just courteous.)
Cum of a Preacher’s Hand got his Clinton Administration people mixed up and came to the hash dressed as Janet Reno.
Drop ‘n’ Tag forgot to bring a sports bra, so she ran trail holding her tits, even though lots of harriers would’ve been happy to do the job for her.
SWAB tried to spray Floral Sex with a phallic-shaped device he was holding, but he ran out before she could finish.
Violations from the Crowd
Uncle Tom’s Stabbin’ is moving to Germany because she hasn’t had enough scheisse porn in her life. Also, she ran trail really fast so that people would remember her, even though it’s much more memorable if your’e fast after the hash.
Just Liz copied Whiskey Business–they were wearing the same dress.
Hungry Hungry Homo and Fuxedo both wore brand new drinking vessels.
Rear Protein Injection got a little dyslexic and ended up sexually assaulting a girl–he thought “No! No!” was actually, “On-on!”
Fuxedo brought another Asian as his virgin.
I’m Lick James, Bitch! hurdled over a tourist. Actually, that’s not just acceptable hash behavior, that’s something DC residents should do more often in general.
SWAB was lonely, so he stuffed Michael Jackshound’s squirrel down his pants.
And then, of course, it was time for a naming!
Just Allison majored in psychology and religion at Northwestern and now works for the Department of Defense, doing religion research. She lost her virginity when she was 16, in a field, to her then boyfriend, who lasted all of 10 seconds–but, she had already broken her hymen from fisting a couple years before. Just Allison once hooked up in the bathroom of a Cold Stone Creamery, came out afterwards, and left the building with her skirt tucked in her underwear. She spent 3 months sleeping with a guy who turned out to be gay–he would hook up with guys and then go to Allison’s place and hook up with her–and she didn’t find out until he invited her to a gang bang. That might be an even more questionable choice than the guy she slept with for a few months so she could play his guitar hero. Or is that what the kids are calling it these days? Just Allison also once traded a blow job for a Bud Light. Bud Light, really? Come on, hold out for a mini keg of Bell’s or something. Someone recently told her that she’s “too ugly to rape,” and she was offended by that comment. After hearing all those stories, I bet you wankers all want a piece of her, but sorry, she’s taken. Yup, Just Allison is engaged. Her fiance is in the Navy. Wow, she really does like ’em gay!
Names: Straight Chick for the Queer Dick
Weapon of Masturbation
Cold Stone No Cream in Me
My Way or the Bi Way
Plow the Field
Ass to Mouth
Too Ugly to Rape
Tastes Great, More Willing
Henceforth and forevermore throughout the world of hashing (except Great Falls–fuck them!), Just Allison shall be known as Shitty Seconds.
Is everybody happy? You bet your ass we are! We all went to the bar in our blue dresses, drank more booze, danced, played flip cup, and tried to get laid.
EWH3 #606: The “Assflac will kill ASMA if this trail sucks” trail – Thursday, August 26, 2010
Where: Courthouse Metro– Orange Line. Follow chalk marks from the metro exit to the start and look for a lot of people who should know better than to run an ASMA trail.
When: 6:45 PM, Thursday, August 26, 2010. Pack away at 7:15ish.
Hares: A-Salt My Ass, Chip ‘n Failz, Wanks like an Egyptian, Just Leslie
Misc: A-B. Tough dog friendly. Dry shoes for after and headlamp for during strongly encouraged. And now a note from your hares: Paying tribute to the fact that hashing is awesome enough to stand up on its own, this weeks theme will be “pay us $5 to run our trail and drink our beer.” As much as we’d love to tell you that this trail is short, flat, and dry (just like your sister), we love to tell you even more that it’d be good idea to bring a change of shoes/socks and headlamps; don’t feel left out, walkers, this includes you!
OnOnOn: Caribbean Breeze 4100 N Fairfax Dr., Arlington, VA 22203 (703) 812-7997
Specials: $2 12oz Miller Lite drafts, $3 16oz Tecate cans. They also have cornhole and beer pong.
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Four score and um…just 12 years ago, our beloved Bubba – a one such Mr. William Jefferson (Blythe III) Clinton – went on the boobtube (8/17/1998) to admit to his affair with one such Monica Slutinsky (read: the best intern ever!). Why did Bubba, one skilled lawyer who posed the amazingly smart statement of “it depends on what your definition of is is,” admit to schtupping his office help? Simply because of one sad little white stain on a blue Gap dress that belonged to Ms. Monica. AND THUS, the idea for a hash was born!
So dawn a blue dress….or if you don’t have the balls, wear a blue shirt you don’t mind getting dirty. Bring something white (read: whiteout, white tempera paint, icing, or some such white liquid that does not come from a body part) to claim your territory with. And get ready to use cigars in a manner that makes most fetish porn stars proud.
EWH3 #605: EWH3’s First Anal Blue Dress Trail – Thursday, August 19, 2010
Where: Foggy Bottom Metro– BLUE! and Orange Lines. Follow chalk marks from the metro exit to the start and look for lots of lost “interns” wearing blue dresses.
When: 6:45 PM, Thursday, August 19, 2010. Pack away at 7:15ish.
Hares: Slumcock Anywhere, General’s Farm Animal, Can’t Find P*ssy in a Haystack, Just Jamie, and Just Allison.
Misc: A-B’. Dog friendly. Channel your inner slutty intern, wear a blue dress, and bring some non-bodily white stain! Urban shiggy. First 50 people to circle will get a give away.
OnOnOn: The Exchange Saloon 1719 G Street Northwest Washington, DC 20006 (202) 393-4690
Specials: Be nice to our bartender Chris, and trust me he’ll be nice to you. $10 pitchers and possibly more specials TBD.
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