The Immense Kindness of
Stuporman.
Stuporman, in his immense kindness decided to haul our sorry arses all the way out to Whitby, but what a nice little burg it turned out to be.
I don’t remember much of what happened on trail, not because I was pissed, but rather because I was really not on trail much. Anal Compulsion and I had been stupid enough to spend the morning running a 10k race at the zoo only to show up at the hash later. Here is what happened as I recall.
Shadow, Johnny Cockring and new boot Just Jim showed up representing the insignificant little hash down the road and the rest were really DurHamish half wits. Oh…hang on as we were circling up for chalk talk there was Zig Zag pulling up much earlier than usual. We did have another new boot too; Just Sue brought not just her usual handfuls but another one, her son Just Lucas.
Off we went on trail. From this point on I have no idea what happened with the majority of the pack, I was tired and had my dear sweet daughter, Aims Lower in her stroller, so I hung back with Just Sue and her handfuls (yes that includes just Lucas). Our hare, Stuporman, in his immense kindness pointed us directly to the beer check and I understand he pointed others to another even shorter shortcut, you know who you are, lazy lazy. We casually strolled along laughing as the remainder of the pack went through a torture that I just cannot describe, as I didn’t experience it. My co-idiot of the morning, actually ran the whole thing, Anal, you are the meanest.
It didn’t take the five of us long to get to the beer check where Just Lucas proceeded to put them back like free beer at an interhash. The trail couldn’t have been too long as there was still just barely enough beer for the pack when they arrived. Just Lucas belched, I echoed the sentiment and, thanks to the immense kindness of our hare a rainbow spanned the sky leading the pack in to the pot of golden lager.
The beer check was in a very nice open field with apple trees and asparagus plants along the border, so of course Didgeridoo, Prince Valium and Kit Kat decided they could do the weekly grocery shopping while they were there. It was very inventive of them to use the bag that the ice for the beer came in but I wish they didn’t make my dear sweet daughter, Aims Lower carry it back to the on in.
On the way to the On In, Aims Low appeared to try and pick up a couple of birds, but much to my chagrin, she had no luck. Johnny Cockring and Just Jim strayed from the trail that our Hare in his infinite kindness laid from the beer check back to on in but one can’t blame them, they were chasing another rainbow, one with a particularly nice curve.
We arrived back at the On In where the innkeeper immediately sent us out to the patio, must have been our smell or our reputation has already begun to precede us.
Due to their vast experience in matters of beer soaked justice, Giggles was called upon to run the circle and Rubbadub did the bulk of the throating duties. The down downs were administered as follows: