We arrived a bit before 4pm hash start time to set up tents and eye each other's hasher dashery.
|Stroke My Bono and Spank My Schnitzel know to wrap it up, every time.|
|Behold, the palatial tent of Virgin Marcia! For reals, impressive.|
|Butts, butts, glorious butts|
|While some hashers choose to read the clue, Just Mark and Sir Turtle Head elect to dance the cueca around it for greater cosmic understanding. Equally valid options.|
|There once was a man, discontent|
Whose wanker was so long it bent
He found it such trouble
He kept it folded double
And instead of coming, he went
|I've only ever been in love with a beer bottle and a mirror.|
|WE NEVER SAY NEVER|
Well, Stain Pants found two cans of beer under a rock, but they immediately exploded! So he shared the love, generous lover that he is.
|Splooging all the glory|
|Hey guys! Guys! Look! We're TWINS!|
|And then I said, "Rectum? damn near killed 'em!"|
The walkers split into two groups in order to look for a two liter bottle that covered beer, or some other thing, hidden in a cryptic and mysterious way. The ones who turned left eventually returned early, discouraged and a little dirty from picking up every bit of trash for a kilometer, hoping beer would be secreted behind it.
The second, more industrious and slightly cleaner group, actually followed the trail correctly and without incident. They, too also made it back before the runners, and helped out with the onerous job of downing the first keg of beer and then piss pouring.
|This is where the magic happens.|
And then we circled up for pleasure laced with pain.
Sir Acting Semen acted as Grand Master in Sir Sump Pump's absence. Our virgins this hash were very international, hailing from all over Europe and South America. Is it just me, or do the virgins keep getting more attractive?
|Spy Sleeping Beauty approves of Chilean beer and fabulous hats.|
|Octopussy maintains order. Last to Cum maintains his mouth-vomit.|
|No me wueveen, Chilenos: ¿WHERE'D YOU HIDE THE MANJAR?|
|Hares Prune and Home Schooled keep fluorescent fashion alive.|
|Muffler Sucker and French Polisher man the beer table.|
|All the runners, all the shame they have brought upon their families|
Here are the songs again for appreciation and memorization purposes:
Finally, the circle was declared fucked, and then folks broke into groups to cook food, distribute meat, drink more, smoke things, play soccer, sigh methodologically, touch each other intimately, whatever. NOT YOUR BUSINESS.
|This is one of the few images that can finally put to rest the false claim that Just Mark and Octopussy are in fact the same person.|
|Pirque: home to the purplest fires ON EARTH.|
|Music! Sweet, sweet music, and the joy it brings everyone but the deaf.|
|Beauty is everywhere.|