Actually, I’m not sure what that means – anyone care to help a brother out?

It’s a Mardi Gras / Royalty themed hash. I know, we just had a hash the other week that was carnival themed, but ’tis the season, right? I mean, we only have Mardi Gras for a few weeks out of the year – did you know that children in China don’t even have a Mardi Gras? Not even one day!

If for no other reason, do it for the children.

And, by the way, I expected this from Missionary Impossible, Not Fill Me Up – she picked the ONE place in New Orleans that doesn’t have an address. Way to Suck, FMU.
Mardi Gras Fountain is on Lakeshore Dr., halfway between Canal Blvd and Marconi Dr.

Theme: “Royal” pain in the hash. Come dressed in Royal, Mardi Gras, or hash attire. There are no excuses for anyone not to have hash attire. Hash necklaces don’t count.
Location: Mardi Gras Fountain on Lakeshore Dr.
Time: Usual, 6:30 p.m. meet with hare away at 7:00 p.m.
Hare: Fill Me Up

Bring a dollar and a six pack and if you’re too lazy to pick up beer, you betta have $6 and a really good reason for being a wanker. Oh yeah, make sure you bring a great attitude so you don’t piss Fill Me Up off. There will be a couple of surprises at this hash, so come out and have a great time.

Wow. I really can’t believe it’s been 100 hashes already. Thinking back through just my tenure as RA makes me think a montage is appropriate, so here we go:

Huh. As it turns out, I didn’t feel like sitting down and spending a few hours combing through pictures for you ingrates, so I went with the 30 second solution and embedded a MANtage. I think we’re all the better for it anyways.

Okay, enough with that, let’s get down to the issue at had – this week’s hash.

Since 100 is a big number, we decided that we needed about 1/20th dedicated to the hares. That’s right, our hares this week are TidyBowlMan, WeeBlowMaster, Fill Me Up, and 2 super-surprise hares. For good measure, we’ll even throw in Oral Impression as a beer hare at no extra cost!

Since this is the 100th lay, break out your coconut bras, grass skirts, tiki mugs, hell – you can even bring hula hoops. Actually, scratch that last one. No hula hoops. We’ll start on “Tips on Tchoupitoulas…” and since this is an A to B with transport provided back to the A, who the hell knows where we’ll end up.

Also, if you want a shirt that has the graphic above, talk to WeeBlow Master! He’ll have them at the hash, but there aren’t many left and it won’t be reprinted.

Hares: Tidy Bowl Man, Wee Blow Master, Fill Me Up, 2 super secret hares.
When: October 1st, 6:30 pm
Where: Tipitina’s – Napoleon at Tchoupitoulas
Theme: Hawaiian / Lei’d
Phone: 504.452.6776

$1 and a 6-pack, $6 if you suck and don’t bring any beer. As always, don’t be the 1% that doesn’t bring your flashlight and a whistle!

Yes, Ladies and Gentlemen, it’s that time of year again! RED DRESS RUN Time!

Helping to prepare you for Saturday’s red sea of insanity, your hares Fill Me Up and Pastor Bait-Her will be taking you on a run through the Marigny!

Meet-up is at Washington Square – on the corner of Frenchmen and Royal at 6:30, and the hares will take off at 7.

We WILL be stopping at several bars, so make sure you clowns bring some cash for the bar stops! You still need to bring your $1 and a six-pack ($6 if you just want to be mean and not bring beer).

I think there’s something I’m forgetting … what could it be… OH YEAH!

WEAR A RED SKIRT!

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]]> http://voodoohash.com/2009/07/31/the-voodoo-red-skirt-run-2009/feed/ 1 http://voodoohash.com/2009/07/29/voodoo-92-hash-trash/ http://voodoohash.com/2009/07/29/voodoo-92-hash-trash/#comments Wed, 29 Jul 2009 05:08:09 +0000 Lack-A-Virgin Hey! http://voodoohash.com/?p=224 Well, my harriers and harriettes, my socks and shoes are infused with dirt, and my left ankle is bleeding.  That’s right, it’s been another successful meeting of the VooDoo Hash House Harriers!!!

Today we had a mystery hare… we wouldn’t find out what asshole was about to lead us astray until we got there.  This fellow decided to conceal his identity because he’s been a backslider who hasn’t attended a hash in about a year! No WONDER he was so ashamed to show his pathetic face!  Who was this puzzling persona, this questionable queer, this mysterious mortal?  It was Tandy Ass!!! And he talked his lovely bride, Just Andee, into being beer wench.

So how was this enigmatic trail, you ask?  Eh.  It was alright.  We pranced around the northern end of City Park a bunch.  Every so often we encountered a “Mystery Check,” which was a question mark inscribed in a check circle.  Somewhere near the Mystery Check we would find a Clue-style weapon.  In all, we found two guns (squirt guns, duh), a wrench, a candlestick, and some rope.  There was also a pipe which we missed (or maybe we just thought it was part of the general New Orleans rubble).  Unfortunately, we didn’t run through any billiard rooms or conservatories.  Then, somehow, near the end of trail a huge pack of hounds fell hopelessly behind and got lost.  At least 10 minutes after finishing those wankers still hadn’t shown up.  Tidy Bowl kept shouting “On-on!” into the dark (as if that would help).  Ready Whip and her virgin even procured a ride to the end!  Damn, that’s some lazy bitches!  We had to wait like 15 minutes for the rest of them to finally shuffle miserably to the finish (the whores).  See, once again, there’s those legendary VooDoo trailblazing skills in action.  No matter where the real trail goes, we’ll always find some way to make our own trail!  The DFLs claim they followed a mis-marked check… hmmm.  We may never know the truth.

Strangely enough, despite his lack of vision (and abundance of injuries), Lack-a-Virgin ended up as the FRB.  Go figure.  However, there was a large pack just behind him.  Our FBI, fittingly enough, will remain a mystery because the COWARD wouldn’t reveal herself! After thinking about it, I seem to recall the First Bitches In were Whole Lotta Cum and that new hasher.  But all the witnesses were oblivious and, like they say, innocent until proven guilty by trial of gravity, right?

The circle had a lot of activity this evening! (and I must say our RA, Pastor Bait-Her, did an excellent job reigning in the ruckus).  First of all, we had five, count ‘em FIVE, hash virgins in attendance!!  Actually, we had a whopping SIX, but we sent one of them to the HOSPITAL! (hooray?)  Then we had a quick round of accusations; no one was accused of any crimes on trail, but Bend Over Rover and Anchor Spanker were latecoming bastards tonight (the second time in a row for Bend Over Rover), so they were called out for that.  And Lack-a-Virgin and Queef Meter had their vessels returned to them, because the dumbasses left them at last week’s hash.  Let’s have a more hearty round of accusations next time, folks, whaddya say?  Our kennel doesn’t have nearly enough bickering and hootenanny.  Like mother always said, “You can make anyone chug beer, if only you put your mind to it.  Holding them at gunpoint helps, too.”  I had an offbeat mother.

Finally, we had a positively absurd amount of awards:  someone (can’t recall who) came to the VooDoo more than 5 times, so they got their very own cheaptastic Mexican candle!  Next, three of our loyal constituents have graced us with their presence MORE THAN 25 TIMES, so they were rewarded with their very own piece of gris-gris, which was a souvenir alligator foot.  Two of our recently-named hashers were in attendance today, so they received their hash necklaces, hand-crafted by our Haberdasher, Wee-Blow Master.  Finally, saving the best for last, we brought Fill Me Up herself into the circle to reward her with a VooDoo rosary for hashing with us MORE THAN 50 TIMES!!! We love our Hi Priestess!!

On-On,
Lack-a-Virgin, Hey!

Put on your hyper color tee-shirt, your neon biker shorts and mini skirt and grab your proton pack (or light saber or Red Rider) and let’s go party like it’s 1999, except how we did back when it was 1989… woah. Maybe we’ll even find out what Willis was talking about.

Here’s some totally righteous information on the 80’s if you’re too young to remember. (*ahem* lack-a-80’s hey!) liketotally80s.com

Same old bullshit applies – $1, a six pack. Whistles and flashlights are pretty rad, too.