Hashers met with an especially sunny, fine day at Esquimalt Lagoon to worship St. Valentine with chocolate, beer, and sweat. Mucksucker and Cardinal Sin laid a charming trail through Royal Roads, complete with shiggy (thrice!), stream crossings, a chocolate stop, and a romantic beer check with swans and roses. Two hashers dressed for the occasion and showed their heart-ons proudly. The cheeks in the photo belong to Stoolie and Deep Shit. Squeaky's friend, Aaron, wearing a T-shirt designed just for the occasion, was no longer a virgin but still a newbie. Bad to the Bone and Sumpyton also graced the pack with their presence.
Deep in the woods at Royal Roads, Little Blow Peep and Grateful Head thought for a few gleeful moments that they were the FRBs, until they ran up on Stoolie astride the trail, behind police tape. He wore the yellow No-Entry banner proudly across his bum.
During the Beer Check on the shores of Esquimalt Lagoon, Deep Shit bestowed stories of searching for white vulvar patches in his misspent youth. The V.D. chicken was passed around. Instead of launching into a typical diatribe, Stoolie spent some quiet moments at the water with a pair of swans.
Back at the shack (the new home of Muck and Sin), Religion ensued sans R.A. Double Hump, who has gone missing without a Doctor's Note and will be dutifully charged upon his return. Stoolie stepped effortlessly into the well-worn responsibility of hapless charging and imperative down-downs.
Deep Shit charged Grateful Head for forgetting about the Beer Check. Head charged back at Shit for whinging and use of non-hash names. Stoolie got so tired of all the complaining that he down-downed with abandon.
During on-afters, Muck and Sin served up hash for the hashers, including burritos, salad, homemade cookies, and more chocolate! Un convite fantastico y delicioso!
Games and naps ensued long into the evening, and a fine time was had by all, especially the VD chicken, who touched a little bit of everyone.
On on!
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