Second, I want to go ahead and say “I told you so”. Now, I know what most of you are saying: “Like crap you did, Pastor.”, or if you’re Fill Me Up, “I can’t believe I rooted for the Colts – how much do I suck?”

Well, I can prove it. I want to take you to a day in VooDoo History, back to September 7th, when I posted up the information for that week’s hash, #98 – Tight Ends and Wide Receivers.

Quoth the Pastor:

“This Sunday is the first Saints game of the regular season. And by regular season, I mean awesome season. And by awesome season, I mean THE season. Finally.”

See? I told you so.

So, this weeks hash (surprisingly not (co-) hared by me), has a Saints theme. Duh.
That dirty Colts lover Fill Me Up, but apparently she has a busted knee. I’m sure that “knee” is the new, hip, street-lingo for “pride”, but I could be wrong, and it could actually be her knee.

Also a note: Muses will be rolling around this location that night, so parking might be tricky. If you have hashers in your area, try to carpool.

Hares: Shiver Me Nipples (Virgin Lay!) and Tidy Bowl Man
When: February 11th, 6:30 pm
Where: Samuel Square – Loyola and Napoleon
Pre-Lube: Fat Harry’s (St. Charles and Napoleon), 5ish
Theme: SAAAAAAAIIIIIIINTS! (Black and Gold!)

Enough about the trail, on-on to the circle, where we had another round of new Hash Namings! First off there was those two “wild and craaazy guys” from eastern Europe: Just Jakob and Just Nikola! Here they are in Hawaiian shirts. Notice the green bottles they’re drinking; what is that, Heineken? Czechvar? You and your imported pilseners… just for that they shall now be known as Check My Small Cockia and Eastern Cock Block! Then we had Just Kessyn who also had a pre-cooked name. Don’t ask me how or why, but he shall forever be known as Pusti Malaka (sp?), which means faggot masturbator in Greek, of course. Next up was Just Kristen, for whom we had a flurry of names: Tightens When Wet, 30-year-old Boobs, Cums With Camo… but the theme of cold and wet stuck, and we finally settled on Shiver Me Nipples! Also, a bonus: we got to name her dog Camo Toe. Last but not least we had Just Juan, who’s been running with us every so often since the earliest days of the VooDoo. And he still isn’t named, can you imagine that? We pulled this sinner into the circle and had his girlfriend Haf-Wax tells us all his most embarrassing stories, which involved urine way too often, for one thing (and yes, Wee-Blow Master’s camera just happened to catch him in the background “adjusting” himself). We had some great suggestions bounced around, like Polly Pissy Pants or Wet Dreams, and the final winner was Nocturnal Pisscharge! Congrats to all the newly baptised hashers!

Whew, that was a lot of work, all that naming! I think it’s time for a cold beer…

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

P.S. When you sausages get named, don’t forget to change your name on HashSpace, and if you’re not on HashSpace, give someone your email and they’ll shoot you an invite. Also, give Pastor Bait-Her your email if you want him to change how your name appears on the weekly Evite.

P.P.S. Tomorrow while you wankers are hashing I’ll be northbound on I-85 somewhere. Y’all had better look me up if you’re ever around Boston. It’s been real, and I hope to come see you all again real soon!