Ah yes, topping off a weekend of hashing on Cape Cod, was Wee Willie
 Wanker's hangover hash on Sunday afternoon. What a way to destroy all
 remaining brain cells! - Cums Alone (you lazy *ss wankers who stayed home
 really missed a great time)

 Date: Sunday August 3, 2003
 Theme: Cape Hangover Hash
 Hares: Wee Willie Wanker, Lube Me In
 Start:  Wee Willie Wanker's place in Marston's Mills
 Beer Check: in a canoe along the shore of Mystic Lake (only Mother Shucker
 found it)
 On-in: Wee Willie Wanker's place in Marston's Mills
 Time:  1:00 p.m. HST
 Total Distance:  2 or so miles
 Scribe: Cums Alone
 Weather: 80 degrees, very humid, overcast

 Hashers Present: Mother Shucker & Little Neck of the CCH3, plus Boston H3:
 Cum Straddle Me, Cums Alone, Friar F*ck, Hare Club for Qu*ers, Lube Me In
 (assistant hare), Viagra Doubtfire, Wee Willie Wanker
 --
 The Start and the Run:
 A select group of hashers gathered for the Sunday Cape Cod run. A few were
 nursing hangovers. Lubie had stayed up til 4 a.m. and was tired. Wee
Willie
 Wanker was hungover, and promised a short trail. He forgot to tell us
about
 the E/F split. Which was the Eagle/Fish split. When we got to the beach we
 figured it out.

 Anyway, trail took off counterclockwise around the lake. The pack was
small,
 and got very spread out. We more or less followed trail all the way around
 the lake ... with most hashers losing trail from time to time (the walkers
 got to the E/F split before the FRBs who somehow missed a turn). We
arrived
 at the beach (not far from A), went down a path along the lake, to the
 split. Those who liked swimming like fish through weeds went into the
lake.
 The rest walked or ran the rest of the way back to the house. But wait?
 Where was the Beer Check? None of us had seen a BN or BC on trail. Oh, and
 Mother Shucker was lost. WWW arrived back at the house (where we had
planted
 ourselves on the deck with beers in hand) and said we were supposed to
have
 seen a BC before we got to the beach, but somehow all of us had missed it.
 They had been waiting in a canoe. Sure enough Lubie could be seen in the
 canoe.  He paddled over and when he realized we were all (except MS) back
at
 the house, he turned around to go get the cooler, which they had placed by
 the BC. When he got there he found Mother Shucker contentedly drinking
beer.
 So the two of them paddled back to the house for the on-in.

 The on in:

 Lubie was RA (he handed me a flower as I was scribing, and requested that
I
 be kind).  Comments included "One Dog f*cking", "Too many checks", "nice
 beer check", "dysfunctional hash", "Fun, I chose not to swim the fishes".
 The hares did a down down and sang the S & M Man.

 Accusations:
 No technology on trail - both hares sitting in a canoe, without cell
phones
 so no one could reach them to find out where Mother Shucker and the BC was
 Peeing during the circle:- Friar
 Same shorts: Friar and Sh*tty Trail (huh? My notes are vague as usual)
 Hare Club got a down down for driving to the Cape Hash from NH, which was
 good and hash-like, but he was given a down down anyway (instead of all
the
 absent wankers who stayed home in Boston, when the weather was perfectly
 fine on the Cape, not a drop of rain).

 We sang Swing Low, and then had a barbecue with sausage, hot dogs
hamburgers
 veggie burgers, etc. etc. and beer. We sat on the deck and enjoyed the
lake
 view and fine weather.

 Quotes:
 "Prevent Aids, be a hasher, you'll never get laid." - Friar F., regarding
 the slogan for the NERD


 --- Cums Alone, your humble scribe