#1197 Crystal City July 14, 2008

Hares: Slurpee, Tooth Fairy, Tour Duh Whore, Pay Per View
Brew Crew: Beer Fairy, Turbo Twat
Virgins: Just Whitney, Just Anthony
Visitors: Whack On Whack Off, Dr Shiser Box Shocker
Beer Bitch: Just Amy

We all gathered in Crystal City for our regular issue of drinking and running, drinking some more, and then drinking some more. We paid our money and we circled as normal. After a rousing opening circle, the pack was off. Little did we know that Beer Fairy was almost ready to encounter a fantasy come true. Apparently, a very cute girl approached him, and offered a little light bondage. She had handcuffs at the ready. The problem is that she wasn't playing games. That put quite a damper on the beer check, as well as the ending circle. By the end of the hash, I'd Tap That was short on kegs, taps, and other equipment. Our mismanagement was nice enough to buy a little beer at the on on on, just so we could have a little fun, and the fine people at Crystal City Sports Pub were nice enough to let us hold a circle in the bar. They even gave us a microphone. I'm not sure that last part was a good idea, but I wasn't about to warn them. Let's see who (other than Beer Fairy) got violated.

Violations:
Just Lisa: New shoes. It might have been uncouth to drink from them inside the bar, though.
Breathless: Needed a new venue for meeting women, so he went to strip aerobics class. He also decided to demonstrate his new found pole dancing skills before the opening circle.
Leggs Over Easy: Practicing her licking techniques. Look out, girls, she's getting good.
Beer Fairy: Engaged in a ploy to ensure that he won't be buying a beer for the next six months.
Just Amy: Wasting beer at the beer check.
And How's Her Bush: Rumor has it he's a high priced whore. The newspaper said he sold his soul for $52B. Wow! Most of us would be lucky to get a few pennies.
Bob Loblaw: Expressed his sympathy for the fat guys who couldn't get through the small hole in the fence until he found out that he was one of those guys.
Tits: Complained about getting wet.

Then, it was on on on to nowhere because we were already in the bar. That was convenient.

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