Tres Pesos Tres Pesos Tres
Pesos triumphantly traversed the crowd of twentysomethings on the patio,
holding aloft two big boxes of Del Taco tastiness. He rescued us from the
hares' failure to provide food at the on-after. Whiney Bitch carried a
pitcher
of Shock Top around for about an hour. Just Rebecca kept Stinkpalm
entertained. The band played Dwight Yoakam's "Fast As You."
Before that, Jort Daniels was awarded Hashshit after losing a
trial-by-down-down to Witty Titty, for the crime of forgetting his own
name. Firsh hash named, second hash wins the prize - he's on a roll.
Before that, a bunch of people did down-downs for
failing to talk to the virgins on trail, for wearing cranium gear, for being
fast or slow, and for disrespecting the RA.
Before that, there was a margarita stop. Scrooge McFuck had a fight
with a pinata and lost. Shot By A Whore had to wrestle the thing to the
ground while I Like Big Bush And I Cannot Lie pulled its entrails out.
Cute little bottles of liquor were quickly
dispersed and consumed. But where are the condoms? What's a pinata
without condoms?
Before that, there was a bunch of trail. The runners didn't get
lost enough, and the walkers got lost too much. But what the hell, it's
the Central West End.
There is beer hiding in buildings all over the place. There is even
haggis!
Before that, we squoze through some fabulous shiggy. It was so
tight that Sexorcist almost couldn't make it. Who knew so many trees
could grow in the two feet of space between buildings?
Before that, there was a bunch of chalk talk. Hashers attempted to
say their names in Spanish; a few succeeded. El Postito Tramp did not.
Whatever wanker got the hashshit last week didn't bring it, but PMS has
an endless supply of plungers in her car.
Witty Titty Carrot Committee