Alright, I need to make this quick, I’ve got a Hash to attend to. As I mentioned yesterday, I did the marking for today’s trail with my fellow Hares yesterday. And a couple of hours after we were done, there was a heavy rainstorm. Damn, I hate when that happens. So, this morning, Swan and I went back out to re-powder and re-chalk markers for the Hashers to follow. It’s a good thing we did because most of the powder had washed away. Pubic Head will greet the Hashers at the start and provide last-minute guidance. I’ll head out to the On-Home venue, Hasher Sully’s house, to be there as the Hashers arrive. On-On!
We did our usual Sunday evening out routine, starting at Red Bar.
Then the nightcap at Jumpin’ Jacks, which saw me get my ass kicked twice in pool. Hey, whatever fills the hours, right?
From the LTG February 2020 archives, I write about the worst Hash trail ever. These days, if Vienna Sausage is the Hare, I plan an alternative route before I start.
For today’s YouTube video, I offer you the chance to time-travel back to England for Anne Boleyn’s beheading. I don’t have time to go right now, but I hope you enjoy the trip.
Just some jokes before I go:
A girl asks her boyfriend to come over Friday night and have dinner with her parents. This being a big event, the girl tells her boyfriend that after dinner, she would like to go out and “do it” for the first time.
Well, the boy is ecstatic, but he has never done it before, so he takes a trip to the pharmacist to get some protection. The pharmacist helps the boy for about an hour. He tells the boy everything there is to know about protection and doing it. At the register, the pharmacist asks the boy how many he’d like to buy: a 3-pack, a 10-pack, or a family pack. The boy insists on the family pack because he thinks he will be very busy, it being his first time and all.
That night, the boy shows up at the girl’s parent’s house and meets his girlfriend at the door. “Oh I’m so excited for you to meet my parents, come on in.” The boy goes inside and is taken to the dinner table where the girl’s parents are seated. The boy quickly offers to say grace and bows his head. A minute passes, and the boy still deep in prayer with his head down. Ten minutes pass and still no movement from the boy.
Finally, after 20 minutes with his head down, the girlfriend leans over and whispers to her boyfriend, “I had no idea you were so religious.” The boy turns and whispers back, “I had no idea your father was a pharmacist.”
Sounds like bad medicine.
And now it is time for me to get back to today’s Hash business. The hard part is over, but there is some beer yet to be drunk.
I don’t know why, but here you go:
Todd’s accusations are like that old question “ when did you stop beating your wife “? And suddenly you find yourself trying to defend against something that was never true to begin with. Something tells me he is just trying to poke the bear and waiting for you to growl.