F*ckle tried to get me to explain the genesis of Morp to the pack. I felt the story was too long for a group (plus I was nervous) so here it is without further adieu...

The Genesis of Morp: My senior year I was asked by 2 guys to the prom. I said yes to the first and no to the second. The first guy had to ask each of my parents and his girlfriend for permission to take me (I was just a date). He was 2 years older and had already graduated. He seemed like he really wanted to take me, right? He even asked me for help paying part of his ticket. He stood me up stringing me along for hours until I gave up and went alone. He was caught up working on his 1995 Ford Probe. My dad dropped me off in GMC Safari. My parents normally kept me locked up so this was my ONE big night. It was supposed to be my first time going out with a boy :(

The second guy who asked me was also there and he was dressed very different. He was the only guy at the school that wore a KILT to prom. At 17 I thought that was strange. The next day the guy that stood me up apologized. I forgave him but he actually turned out to be a pretty bad guy (surprise!). Looking back I kick myself because I would have had so much more fun with the boy in the kilt. Nine years later to honor the nice boy in the kilt the idea of a kilted hash prom was born.

True story.

Trail Highlights

Just Marty the dog won Morp king.
P-Thag won Morp Queen.
Pussy Galore (one of the founders of TBH3) was in attendance.
The toe tags given were heart shaped.
Creamy got her face eaten by P-Thag.
All the hashers were on sale 2 for $5.
Chocolate shots might make a reappearance some day soon :)

Thanks to every one that showed up and a special thanks to Mark the owner of PJ Dolans. He loves hashers and hashing so keep him in mind for the future.

Inda Linda