Here’s the best I could manage on such a short break. Sorry if it seems a bit generic; expect better for #574:
The barman was heard to mutter, “bloody hashers,” as the crowd descended upon his tavern. “At least that drunken american one doesn’t seem to be with them this time,” his buxom, raven haired, nurse’s outfit-clad wife reassured him (hey, if I’m making this shit up, it’s got to hold my interest, too, y’know).
Once the pack was assembled, the hares left on time, or early, or lounged about until everyone was wondering if there was even going to be a hash. A street was crossed (maybe more than one) and a field or playground or pitch was desecrated. Strike through as appropriate: The (well-layed/confusing/dreadful) trail was completed by (all/most/none as everyone just stayed at the bar). Oh, how we mocked those that (FRB’d/DFL’d/wore something inappropriate) and at the circle that followed beers were downed, songs sung and everyone tried to make sense of whatever Gadget was banging on about (and precisely what those noises that Whadesay makes in lieu of language).
Later, clumsy attempts were made to get into one or more young harriettes knickers, but to no avail…oh, wait, that’s right, the drunken american wasn’t there…hmmm, that must’ve been the previous week.
As much as I would like to claim credit for this find, those of you in scientific research will no doubt appreciate FBJ’s single reference on his write up:
My comment on the piece of scientific research is:
Comment by Silent — March 31, 2010 @ 3:31 pm