This brutally cold Monday night found us gathered at the Artful Dodger (no relation to Dung) to celebrate the birthday of our webwanker. As a bonus, our friend Shirley was there with Dirty Bingo. Finishing a quick pint upstairs we headed down for a frigid but mercifully quick chalk talk on the patio outside. Formalities completed, Humpday sent the pack across Yonge toward Bay.

The trail was a shortish, well marked, urban hash. The pack skirted the Uof T, tunnelled under Avenue, "ran" up Philosophers Walk and into chichi Yorkville. From there it was an easy jaunt to Spirits for the beer and frostbite check. I watched with bemusement as Back Door Buzz burst in the door and declared that he'd won the hash.

Walking back to the Artful Dodger Dung Dodger regaled us with story about his pet bed bug that lived in a film canister. Apparently it was able to withstand all manner of torture which his evil mind could conceive.

During circle it was decided to blame the bitter cold on Zephyr and the relentless wind on Venta. It was then on to Dirty bingo. Fittingly, birthday boy Casket Case won the first prize. It was a Porta-Muff, which he promptly dissected with the glee of a 10^th grader in biology class. He then passed it on to Back Door Buzz who played with it like he'd never seen one before.

Although there were civilians in the bar, the hashers held their own in the bingo. Just Marianne won a pregnancy test. Hmmm... this just might answer how she put on 10 pounds over Christmas. An over refreshed Shadow won a Penis Pump and declared that if it worked he was gonna rent it out. Other hash winners included New Shoez who won a sexy darts game and Just Sass who won a Purple Elephant Vibrator (ed. note... Yikes! Careful with that thing Sass.).

Most definitely though, the highlight of the night was watching Zephyr walk to the subway with his Fist of Fury tucked securely under his arm.