I've never heard of hashing before but it sounds like fun. Wait...what do you mean there is no hashish involved? Nevermind.
Where I come from, loading the dishwasher means getting my roommate drunk. Thanks, thanks - Be sure to tip your waitress - they work hard, people. I believe I have participated in hashing, though I did not know it at the time. Can you hash for one? Sometimes when I'm drunk, I run. I also fall down, which I believe, technically, makes me a gymnast.
I'm glad I never won at quarters almost swallowed it a couple times but you just couldn't win at that game I know I had to drive a few drunk friends home after a while usually way before the party even ended hashing sounds like fun but add bongs too it wait I'm too old for bongs I'm not much of a hash smoker aymore anyway
Does anyone else feel like they have been smoking hash after reading some of the posts? Or is it just me?
Hashing sounds very similar to most of the hockey leagues I played in. The hockey only a smidgen more important than the all-but-mandatory drinking session that followed. I found a hashing group near me (interesting description of Hashing). I'm going to have to try it. Perhaps I'll write a column.
Hashing also has a parallel -- not a direct descendent, I'd guess -- in a race that they used to have on St. Patrick's Day in Breckenridge, CO. This was back in the '70s before it became a big glam resort, and the town consisted of a 3x3 grid of streets, only two of which were paved. There were plenty of bars per capita, though, and the goal of the race was to proceed to a number of bars (possibly every bar in town) and have a drink in each one. I never saw it but my brother said there were two serious classes of competitors: drunks, and endurance athletes who could run and puke at the same time.
Does anyone else feel like they have been smoking hash after reading some of the posts? Or is it just me? If you're talking about the posts that seem to be lacking periods, then it isn't just you.
I haven't had a period in years (must be man-o-pause), but there seem to be more then a few people here who seem to be in one perpetually. /ducking and running from the room to avoid the gunfire ;-)
It was a joke! Don't shoot! Just a joke!
It really would be divine justice if every man who ever made a joke about menstruation, had to go through it. Just a light sentence, say only for five years or so. How cool would that be?
I'd shoot myself.
I have been through though l_b_b. Every month with three wives through years and years of marriage. lol!
Just a joke!!!!!!!!
Besides I wasn't necessarily talking about the female members of the group. There are a few guys who fall into it too.
I'd be afraid of the bears.
Or the sharks. ;-)
I grew up in Middle-of-nowhere, Wisconsin so when boredom set in my friends, family, and I created(as far as I know) a number of very obscure sports: -Snow Tube Football -Trampoline Basketball -Trampoline Kung Fu(you win when your opponent leaves the trampoline) -Midnight Paintball -Lake Golf(winter sport)
Menular. You play it with a snowbank, and your dad's car.
'Menular'? That's an infectious disease*. *At least in Indonesia
Menular. You play it with a snowbank, and your dad's car. Is that where you take dear old dad's car and see how many snowbanks you can jump with it? We played a variation in our country town where we'd fill up the bed of a pick-up truck with large snowballs and drive around town. Every once in a while we stop, throw together a snowman in the middle of the street and take off. Fun fun! Well, when you're really hammered it's fun.
We went Skurbing - where you hang on to the bumper of a car after a blanket of snow has been packed down by occassional traffic (usually works best on residential roads after 11 PM) and surf on your snow boots. It's fun AND dangerous. So it's perfect for teenagers. You can get up to 50-60 kph without too much trouble.
You can get up to 50-60 kph without too much trouble. How fast is that in American?
Is that where you take dear old dad's car and see how many snowbanks you can jump with it? Yeah, but you're not so much trying to jump them as smash them all over the place. Minus points if you get hung up and can't just drive away, big minus points if you get hung up and the guy whose snowbank you've just scattered is still standing there, huge minus points if the snowbank was concealing a mailbox or a fire hydrant.
Back home a lot of farmers would shove their snow into the roadside ditches in front of their place. So if you didn't pick your snowbank carefully you could find yourself slowing sinking into a ditch hidden under all of the snow. The most embarrassing part is that it's usually the farmer who had to get his tractor out and yank you out. Sometimes for a price. Ah well those were the REAL Norman Rockwell days.
