THE RETURN OF THE CANADIANS

Well, the day had finally come for the Canadians to return. That’s right – Pippy and Mudslut were back to share their chiper energy with unsuspecting hashers. Sportsmans was buzzing as people were greeted with hugs, kisses, and Canadian Sandwiches….mmmmm double meat!
The return of the Canadians saw the return of many old hashers….they knew the run would be good and the circle would be great! And they weren’t disappointed.

The hash began somewhere near the Computer Park near the Olympic Stadium. No one really knows where it is….but DaShlong can draw a map to it that the bus driver could read, so it must not be hard to find. The hashers poured off the bus in the swealtering heat, and soon questioned their sanity in choosing to run on such a hot day. Many questioned Shoeless Ho’s sanity as Low Clearance seemed to be low on energy early in the run. With a doozy of a false trail, people missing markings, and some (admittedly) confusing markings, the hashers found themselves on a trail of trees, graves, and workmen. With Mudslut guiding the way, and Pippy bringing up the stragglers, it seemed that no one could get lost…or so they thought.

The Aftermath.

Most hashers returned to the bus praising the hares for their good sense. An hour run was plenty, and hour and a half would’ve seen hashers keeling over and vomitting. There was at least one casulty…poor Mounting Goat fell victim to some trechorous holes and bushes. And, some hashers were confused by the strange instructions, “Go out to the road and turn left” (it seems some of us have yet to master that skill) so they were a little late to the circle. But that was fine, as the circle late to start due to heat exhaustion. And then the fun began.

Oh Canada!!!! We are the Best Country!!
Knowing that the Canadians were up for some major down downs, they came prepared. Fully equipped with Canadian attire, they sat on the ice like true Northerners. They also distributed Canadian propaganda items to all of their close hash friends. Vive les Canadienne! Jio Jianada! Their contagious laughter soon spilled over to the boys in the circle. Poor Soggy had a rough time keeping the peace as Comes So Often kept his commrades howling with laughter. Then Shoeless Ho joined in with his farting arm (which Vanilla Rice thought was sooooo funny) and the circle dissolved into a riotous mess. The only two people who seemed oblivious to the craziness were Boxy Pussy and Salamasalmi, whose PDAs grabbed the attention of the new hashers. Some much needed cooling off was provided by the acid rain typhoon that passed over the hashers, but it didn’t stop the maniacal Nigel from beer fights and screaming on the bus ride home.

Ahhh, the joys of hashing!

Remember: Don’t shirk you haring duties now, eh!

On On!

MS