Norman Bates @ ???
Hash Trash: Congrats Norman for 400!
TRASH...Vago Park (pronounced "vaj-o" as in vagina)is a nice long strip
park nestled in the crotch of Maryland Heights and St. Ann. As the pack
gathered under the gazebo, the self-proclaimed slowing Norman Bates
(getting nervous that he would be caught) was starting chalk talk (CT)
until Winey played RA by annoucing the hash start. After a 60 second CT
Norman marked a leisurely trail obviously cirlcing around the gazebo and
park, but quickly returned for the beer pack he forgot.
On Out...The various Vago trail lengths are listed in feet on-line, so
we busted out of the Vago after climing her mounds and stomping through
her swampy grass. The pack was soon confused at a tit check (TC) that
doubled back to a whichy way. Eventually Postage found marks heading up a
steep sidewalk and through a school yard before spilling into and old
hilly subdivision. Winey made a few right guesses at some checks and
found the BH with no hare at an American Legion Hall P-lot. There was no
real BS, since Norman was packing it in. Why the hare wasted so much
room in the backpack with a bag of ice we do not know; we just had less
The trail then sludged down Fee Fee through an industrial park where the
pack scattered. Winey got lost, but found where they print Post D.
newspapers. He went around the buildings and found the FRB, DeweySS!,
running down the tracks in the bright moonlight. It would have been
enjoyable if not for the mother f'in, son of a beechin, crappy ace,
ankle bustin uneven RR ties and balast rocks. The tracks and cussin'
went on for about 3/4 miles (I measured it) until the pack reached a
check, where trail climed up a long subdivision sidewalk. Winey crossed
Dorsett on Adie and guessed wrong at a check about a 1/4 mile down a
steep hill. By then Locknut, Monistat, Disco Ass and other FRB's blew
past the tired old bitch and stopped at a TC. The voiceless TSA checked
and sent hand signals to the pack for found trail marks. It was dark
(and being old) Winey walked toward TSA to see the hand signals.
According to Locknut, Winey feebly spoke "On On" and took off like a bat
out of hell. We soon entered Vago again from the backdoor to the On In.
Circle...Fat old Winey sat in a chair for the circle start until
badgered into standing. Mother A. sat in the chair due to her possilby
fractured pelvis, until she found it to be wet from some unkown liquid.
The pack sang a few songs (to the delight or horror of the
rubber-necking, deck-squating, laying-in-wait neighbors) and drank a few
down downs. Norman Bates finally got his 400th run, being a near
charter member of BH4. His first BH4 Hash was BH4#11 before the turn of
the century (1999). Our slakin' GM's did not have his ($2,000+) 400th
shirt yet, but he did get his crainium band after TSA sloshed it through
her top and panties.
This prize hiccup is after not having Wineys 500th prize last week,
whatever the f__k it is! In Dewey SS's defense however, she has been
about as sharp and regular at attending hashes and running BH4 as a
gallon of Metamucil laced with cling-ons and burrs. This is unlike our
Co-GM, Plot My G-Spot, that was absent for 26 BH4 Hashes (likely
marriage induced), except for Green Dress last week.
For some freaking reason, Winey got Hashit again and there was no
plunger to gulp from...only the stinking painted BH4 bedpan. All in all
it was another shitty hash.
On-After... The long lost Madam Yuk and Michael appeared at Nuts Bar to
greet BH4 and the bald face Dick Smith. We threw some steel tips,
listened to Michael's DJness, ate some grub, and threw a few back. The
guys john was signed "Nuts" and the girls was labeled "Nutless." Too