Mu-sick’s Little Prick Conch Hash
At VERY VERY last minute Mu-sick volunteered himself to hare our regularly scheduled Saturday hash.
In the spirt of Conch Republic Days our theme was Conchs! The pseudo mom of KWH3 and Mu-sick’s amazing wife, Thar She Blows!, told Mu-sick if we could get 6 wanks together for on-start we could run the hash! Of course Mu-sick was up for the challenge!
6 last minute wanks later….:insert “apparently that’s all it took” joke here:….made the on-start! We were shown the mark of a CB 7 so the pack instantaneously became wary of the trail to be but were told by Musick it was going to be a short trail and that made things a bit better for the moment with the dreaded CB looming ahead. So off goes Mu-sick to live lay trail for the rest of us already thirsty wankers!
The group made their way from the Shanna Key parking lot heading towards N.Roosevelt via 1st Street…one EFFING CB 3 later we’re pounding pavement still through the neighborhood. Thirstier and thirstier we got! Praying to the Holy G for sweet nectar we got back on N.Roosevelt and the pack basically said “FUCK IT! VFW BEER STOP IT IS!” This amazing suggestion came from none other than Bleeds Once A Month! After a beer-o-lite recharge we were off again continuing down N. Roosevelt and back into the neighborhood, over the bridge and past the old tyrant’s house, we wound up crossing Flagler to notice a VERY faint Beer Check on one of the concrete posts aiming at a house we didn’t know who lived in….who the mystery hasher is still yet to be known….Down about another ½ mile we see a mark to go into a shady trail right next to water. Ok we got this…except THE WHOLE PACK got cactied AND found a CB 7 waiting for us at the end! Bleeds and XS had the unique experience of getting handsy with one particular cactus as well!
So the pack once again finds themselves on Flagler heading down 5th street seeing an intersection that could lead us into known shiggy filled dead end or around the block to our old GMs house…..FINALLY having our first beer check! Short trail my ass! We also picked up a few late comers and had our Hare at the stop waiting for us!!! The group who followed trail proceeded to voice their colorful opinions on Mu-sick Prickly CB 7 and miraculously there was one yuengling left. J
After the pack hurried Mu-sick off we were in quick pursuit! Heading towards the GIANT CONCH at the high school we stopped to snap a few photos of the frbs and the whole pack on our way to the on end!
The On-End was at Mu-sick and Thar’s house. We had our circle followed by a fabulous practice of Blame it On the DEA for Conch Republic Days!
ON-ON!
At VERY VERY last minute Mu-sick volunteered himself to hare our regularly scheduled Saturday hash.
In the spirt of Conch Republic Days our theme was Conchs! The pseudo mom of KWH3 and Mu-sick’s amazing wife, Thar She Blows!, told Mu-sick if we could get 6 wanks together for on-start we could run the hash! Of course Mu-sick was up for the challenge!
6 last minute wanks later….:insert “apparently that’s all it took” joke here:….made the on-start! We were shown the mark of a CB 7 so the pack instantaneously became wary of the trail to be but were told by Musick it was going to be a short trail and that made things a bit better for the moment with the dreaded CB looming ahead. So off goes Mu-sick to live lay trail for the rest of us already thirsty wankers!
The group made their way from the Shanna Key parking lot heading towards N.Roosevelt via 1st Street…one EFFING CB 3 later we’re pounding pavement still through the neighborhood. Thirstier and thirstier we got! Praying to the Holy G for sweet nectar we got back on N.Roosevelt and the pack basically said “FUCK IT! VFW BEER STOP IT IS!” This amazing suggestion came from none other than Bleeds Once A Month! After a beer-o-lite recharge we were off again continuing down N. Roosevelt and back into the neighborhood, over the bridge and past the old tyrant’s house, we wound up crossing Flagler to notice a VERY faint Beer Check on one of the concrete posts aiming at a house we didn’t know who lived in….who the mystery hasher is still yet to be known….Down about another ½ mile we see a mark to go into a shady trail right next to water. Ok we got this…except THE WHOLE PACK got cactied AND found a CB 7 waiting for us at the end! Bleeds and XS had the unique experience of getting handsy with one particular cactus as well!
So the pack once again finds themselves on Flagler heading down 5th street seeing an intersection that could lead us into known shiggy filled dead end or around the block to our old GMs house…..FINALLY having our first beer check! Short trail my ass! We also picked up a few late comers and had our Hare at the stop waiting for us!!! The group who followed trail proceeded to voice their colorful opinions on Mu-sick Prickly CB 7 and miraculously there was one yuengling left. J
After the pack hurried Mu-sick off we were in quick pursuit! Heading towards the GIANT CONCH at the high school we stopped to snap a few photos of the frbs and the whole pack on our way to the on end!
The On-End was at Mu-sick and Thar’s house. We had our circle followed by a fabulous practice of Blame it On the DEA for Conch Republic Days!
ON-ON!
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