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If there's a skeeter on Hairlip’s peter, Causal whack it off.

If there's aligators on this trail, repelant them off.

If there’s “ponds” on this trial, get a blowup doll to float off, 

Shiggy no scratch us, In the name of the flour, the fun & the holly run, on off. 

Hash Trash

Holy cow! After much taunting of the Jolly Roger hashers throughout the week by Harelip and myself (Casual Friday), a good number of shiggy-loving wankers arrived at Start for the Thursday evening hash. Harelip and I had scouted many hours to bring the pack an awesome high-level shiggy trail which would separate the Princesses from the GI Joes…and we did not disappoint! Shot By A Whore, S&M Ken, Gritty Kitty, Bed & Buckfest and Just Joe showed up an hour and a half early to try to catch us pre-laying trail. Since there was none, time and a few bottled beers were killed at the BBQ place close to the start location.

The shiggy started while the pack gave Harelip and I a three-minute head-start for the live trail, as Ben-Gay was stung by a bee while drawing precious nectar of the Gods from the hash keg. Just Mike, a continual FRB fell for every YBF and bad trail that was laid just for him. Major Disaster being seven-feet tall needed water wings to help him survive laying face-down in knee-deep water and little Portopussy needed scuba gear to get him out of the six-foot-deep water trap that he ran into at full-throttle and disappeared. GRC, Phuck Pocket and Wanna Earn An A fell into a full trot when a few gators were seen on trail. It was reported that a forty-footer followed them along the bank of a slimy pond. There were also many sightings of banana spiders and black snakes to keep the pack entertained. Harelip did an excellent job at running out of toilet paper to mark trail through the woods and 50-foot-high water, so he had switched to throwing flour on tree trunks to keep the pack together. Since rats ate his flour bag earlier, he also used pieces of the bag to mark trail straight into a nicely-concealed water trap that consumed Portopussy and foiled Major Disaster.

At circle, Harelip joined Can’t Touch This from Houston in drinking out of the scummy foot-vessels that used to be new shoes. Three blow jobs were given, and Wanna Earn An A freshened up for the event--she had obviously done this before (see Dab's photos). Sewer Bitch whined about contracting a bad case of Chlamydia on trail and the pack grumbled about needing a delousing before on-afters. Major Disaster gave us a full-moon shot and Wanna begged to “see the good stuff.” BJz blessed us with serving the pack as Beer Angel, but complained about Room Service’s assistance with di spensing our favorite beverage at Circle; “I wanted beer but she gave me head!” …and yes; I’ll take some of that!

Major Disaster received the brainless award for completely submerging in just two-feet of water and the pack ran a close second for taking five hours to figure out the clue on where to pick up trail from the beer stop. Needless to say, Harelip and I foiled the entire pack, and with a live-trail snare-less reputation intact! GRC gave me tremendous shit about how shiggy pay-backs are hell and she will be the one to give it out on one of her trails in the future. Take note that this will not be necessary as I now have a beautiful large bracelet around my left ankle…of a thick and oozing poison ivy rash.

On-On!
Casual Friday