KMHHH
Run # 92
KMHHH
Run # 92
20,
November, 1999
“X” not only marks THE spot, it also marked the entire trail if your Hares are Fist of Fury, Ram Butt, and No Name Greg, as the Kiss My Hash House Harrier Hounds learned. The pack “Paraded” through northwest San Antonio is their pursuit, “Counting their Blessings” when they came upon a marking that wasn’t a check. Virgins: Greg, Amber, and Annalise all managed to make it through the “Maize” of symbols and shiggy to arrive in time for the Down-Down. All were “Deerly” relieved not to find any carcasses waiting at the end of the trail.
The Hounds’ “Prayers” were answered, with our zenning RA, Deep Throat arriving at the Down-Down in record time, making him the week’s FRB (Front Running B*st*rd.) “Fall”ing far behind him at the end was the DFL (Dead Fucking Last) Gee Whiz. After trying several “Positions”, and determining who was on top, the next order of business was the Mop Squeezer Award. Despite both Chicken Phucker and Fire In The Hole’s whining about the lack of beverage choices, it was Rear Ender’s “Yam”ering that won her the mop.
Following the mop, there was a “Bountiful” list of nominations for the Stud Award: Te Killya Tits live hare efforts, Forest Hump’s racing awards, and Scratch n’ Sniff’s rescue of Miss September. “Squashing” the competition though was the unusually calm, quiet, and self-restrained Horse’s Ass. Next up was the Hashshit, awarded for the most vile and heinous act. It was “Pure”atinly John Doe’s own fault he won it. All he had to do was bring the official hare headgear.
John wasn’t the only hasher to “Fowl” up, as a “Cornucopia” of Violators: Deep Throat, Ram Butt, Fists of Fury, Horse’ s Ass, Gee Whiz, John Doe, Forest Hump, and Fire In The Hole “Stuffing” the circle to face their punishment. Following these “Turkeys” were those Hashers “Dressing” in race clothes. They were: Titter Twatter, Chicken Phucker, Ram Butt, Little Woody, Moby Dick, and Annalise.
It was then up to the Multiples to add up the “Score.” Scratch n’ Sniff had 80, Roasted Nuts 30, and John Doe drank for a belated 15. Afterwards, there was the “ Blowing” to be done. All did a fine “Job of Blowing” except for Doggie Style and Up & Out. “Landing” upon the “Rocks” with them were Non-Apparents Pusher and Titter Twatter. Last but not least it was Jerry Lewis time. This day the “Corn”iest joke told was Fists of Fury’s Anal Flower like flying turkey fable. As the Circle unwound, “one, two, three, little Hashers” made their way to Grill On The Hill in search of a “feast, others however, were just in search of their wheels.
On-On
Fire In The Hole