Knickerbocker Hash House Harriers #17
Wednesday 10 February 2010
Start: Waverly and Mercer
On-In: Josie Woods
Hares: Noah’s Dinghy and US Marine Whore
Scribe: Mickey Mouth Noah’s Dinghy LarkFrom WikipediaThe Free Encyclopedia For other references, see Knickerbocker H3, Chosen People Noah’s Dinghy Lark is the Hash that, according to the First Epistle of Mickey Mouth, advanced ordinary hashers to Chosen. The First Epistle of Mickey Mouth, chapters 4 and 5, tells how the hubris of Noah’s Dinghy tested the hashers in a monstrous storm. Noah’s Dinghy was a righteous man but in an act, a lark, tried to build a hash in the face of insuperable weather. The hashers survived this ordeal and were hence known as the Knickerbocker Chosen. ContentsChild’s PoemNoah’s Dinghy Lark in Later Traditions Pre-DownDown Tradition Post-DownDown Tradition Child’s PoemThe Lord said to Noah’s Dinghy
there’s gonna be a galey galey
Lord said to Noah’s Dinghy
there’s gonna be a galey galey
Get those hashers (clap!)
out on the traily traily
Hashers of New York The Lord said to Noah’s Dinghy
you’re gonna set a hashy hashy
Lord said to Noah’s Dinghy
you’re gonna set a hashy hashy
Set it in the (clap!)
snow mashy mashy
Hashers of New York
The hashers, they came in
they came in by twosies twosies
hashers, they came in
they came in by twosies twosies
Hot Rods, Mean Jeans (clap)
Wet Willy and Lesleys LesleysHashers of New York.
It snowed and snowed
for near two daysies daysies
Snowed and snowed
for near two daisies daisies
Hashers couldn’t find (clap!)The trail through the hazy hazyHashers of New York
The Beer it flowed out
and sated all the blandy blandy
Beer it flowed out
and sated all the blandy blandy
Everything turned out (clap!)
fine and dandy dandy
Hashers of New York Noah’s Dinghy Lark in Later TraditionsThe Pre-Downdown Tradition differs from the Post-DownDown Tradition in a few evident and palpable fashions. The Pre-DownDown tradition uses clear and understandable text, lays out the facts without embellishment, while the Post-DownDown Tradition is more ambiguous and indistinct. Some of the more radical observers believe that Mickey Mouth penned both accounts, not assembling them from various spectators, like is commonly believed. In the Pre-Downdown TraditionThe Pre-DownDown account is subject to much discussion. Some of the questions that scholars continue to discuss are: Is Noah’s Dinghy speaking to Owen Meany, not the Lord? Is Noah’s Dinghy really Elvis? Is “fruitful and multiply” directed only at Noah’s Dinghy and US Marine Whore or all the Chosen? And finally, the most contested issue of all, Ou Est Le Papier? “NOAH’S DINGHY.” Boomed a voice.“zzzzzzzzzzzzzz.”“NOAH’S DINGHY.” Boomed the voice again. “snort, carumphg, crackle. Yes? It is I, Noah’s Dinghy. ““I HAVE LOUNGED A WEARY EYE UPON THIS LAND AND DO NOT REMAIN IN GOOD SPIRITS.”“Have you tried a Bombay Sapphire? I find that is always good.”“YOU ALONE REMAIN THE ONLY RIGHTEOUS MAN.”“oh, well thank you. Thank you very much.” Noah’s Dinghy said, as he adjusted his tie.“I HAVE PROVIDED INSTRUCTIONS FOR A HASH. THOU SHALT GATHER THE PARAMOUNT HASHERS AND SHEPHERD THEM TO JOSIE WOODS.” “Why? Why? Have you forsaken the hash?”“NO. THOU SHALL SET A HASH AND SAVETH THEM. THEN YOU WILL BE FRUITFUL AND MULTIPLY.”“Oh. Ok.” Noah’s Dinghy goes back to sleep. On the appointed day, Noah’s Dinghy gathered all the appointed KH3 hashers. On that same day, all the fountains of the great deep were broken up, and the windows of heaven were opened and snow was upon the earth. “Hey! I’m walkin’ here! What the fuck, I am still setting trail!” Noah’s Dinghy yelled to the rapture, holding a spray bottle filled with green dyed water.“Yeah!”, supported US Marine Whore. “OH. I AM SORRYETH.” Noah’s Dinghy and US Marine Whore approached the small gathering of brave hashers and sent the Chosen forth. “Good Lucketh!” he cried as he waved them on. Then, assisted by the chaste US Marine Whore and venerated Mickey Mouth, he went about setting up the Woods. But Noah’s Dinghy was not remembereth and the wind was not caused to blow, and the fountains of the deep and the windows of the heaven were not closed, and the snow was not restrained and the flurry continued. In the seventh minute, some hashers return. In the Nineteenth Hour and fortieth minute of the 10th of the Second Month, Noah’s Dinghy started to decanteth the Beer, and behold! All the hashers returned. Not a one was lost! The hashers regaled each other with tales of their valiant effort against the hydra-headed storm as they ate the oily food and drank the Beer. Noah’s Dinghy looked out and all was good. In the Post-Downdown TraditionThe Post-Downdown account is layered and uses references whose meaning is now lost. A further note, according to one Clit On, a traveling magi from the land of Canada, several hashers are wrongly accredited with blasphemous quotes. The Smiths were asking how can they hear me say these words, and still they don’t believe me…as I sipped from the swollen tip frothed up with Beer. Someone is obsessed with clits?” I heard Penn Joe wonder. The food was oil sticks and it left my tongue beleaguered and worn. “I’m only here to please,” assured FAD to his harem. Hark?! What do my ears ring to me? Circle is called?DownDowns to the Hare’s Noah’s Dinghy and US Marine Whore. But Ou Est? Ou Est le papier? Profound questions by Clit On and Puppy Love Machine. Just Rich and Trips&Balls, etc for starting a snow ball fight. Then Mickey Mouth!!!, was adored! esteemed! for wearing awesome snowpants. She revealed some leg but no one saw the suspenders…Barffly called the hotline, coming late on the hash! But, as an Irish man once said, it’s better to come.Scottish Lesley thought the toilet was dirty. Ou Est le papier?Junky Monkey came dead fucking last, but again, as the Irish man said…And lastly, New KH3 Haberdashery! Get it while it’s hot!I weaved a tapestry as I echoed about, and just as my cup runneth empty, “hash cash is out!” A postulating pox on your house! We all chorused! “I am not your writing utensil,” pleaded Just Rich to the throng clamoring for the hoodies. Ah, but my hammies, they sang a siren song, with memories of snow rolls and snow crawls and snow jumps. They sang A Girl with a Thorn in her Thigh…
