or, in the alternate,
the “Now Who Can We Offend THIS Weekend?” Hash
Thought that last weekend was the last chance you had to offend the muggles?
Thinking that all that extra adipose tissue (read: “fat”) will go to waste, should you not, as soon as possible, get it out in the glorious sunshine to wiggle and waggle it’s way around in free-form, gravity-fighting wonderment?
WELL FEAR NO MORE!
We’ll do both! (Being lazy-azz hashers, we al’lus try to combine activities……especially
We’re off to Fairfax Land-Of-Eden, hitting THE OTHER END of the glorious Lake Monroe from Brown(Eye) County State Parque, to see if our unintended audience (the innocents who, while they pay taxes just like us, may OR MAY NOT think they own the joint…..) are of any more-friendly flavor, than the poor, mis-un-informed Picnic Nazis who attempted to have the woodsy gemdarme beat us senseless, and possibly *crucify* poor lil’ NasDiq (“a large[!], half-naked[!] man!”), for the monstrous crime of consuming THE SACRED BEVERAGE in pubic (I mean, *public*) view, WITHOUT A COLLARED LaCoste SHIRT.
THUSLY, AND IN DI-ERECT TRIBUTE, we will have ANOTHER GO AT THEM!
(“Have AT you!”)
An entire, half-crazed, shirtless mo’fo MOB (Or, if your man-boobs be threat’nin’, jus’ go as O’Natural as conditions warrant) Hash!
Beer consumption WILL happen on trail!
Shirtless-ness-ness-ness WILL happen!
WE ARE ALL SPARTICUS!
(Or die in miserable, clothed horror….)
Get thee to Fairfax Road and Mt Ebal Road. (Park in the ass fault area; let’s give the church a break….)
And prepare to smile broadly, AND LET IT ALL HANG OUT, BABY…..
4pm: hashtime, baby…..