Even so, it’s still barely enough to eclipse the tragedy of Trail 875
Everyone waiting to get on with it already!
A really, REALLY long YBF to begin a trail with puts the pack in a pissed-off mood, a theme which a continuing terrible trail only served to reinforce our disappointment. We now know why Pink Cherry Licker hared this trail alone, any hound with compassion refused to participate with her in committing this capital crime.
The trail started off at Callahan’s and went around town and by the levee. Beer Check was on the cul-de-sac end of May Avenue at Grant Street Park. There was a playground that was not safe from hasher use.
Scaring off the children
Accuprick was the RA with Genital Tongs as his beer fairy. Just Foot Pussy managed to reach 69 hashes, get a life dude! Virgins Mishi and Gaby contemplate their options for Joke, Song or Body Part. Mishi spit out a joke while Gaby went the bare-ass route. Sorry, harriers, Puff is retaining that picture for ‘personal use’. And the hare… Pink Cherry Licker. This trail reeked to high heaven of pre-lay but being so very crafty about it, no one was able to snare the hare.
On-on-on was as Sake restaurant and was well-attended. Here we see Genital Tongs, TIMMY!, Hangs Loose, Pink Cherry Licker, Fap Jack, Just Jo, Bacon Queef and CumFart Zone waiting on the first (of many) rounds to be delivered.
Genital Tongs ordered tea but said she wished she’d ordered sake. Our chef said, Open wide and received my liquid load! She could barely swallow what he deposited in her mouth!
The trash for 874 and 875 are going to be a mix of bold-faced lies and straight up plagiarizing from Puff’s Hash Flash emails since the scribes decided to skip the thursday bullshit and I thought Courtesy Flush was worth putting trust in (my bad!)
Start at Moe’s Alley
We’ve survived an attack by three horrible hares. Lots of uphill, lots of poison oak, a cemetery and a beertendress that couldn’t wait to get the hell rid of us. None of these characteristics are indicative of a good trail. A trail employing a trio of hares, especially ones of such low quality, exhibit an innate tendency towards a high degree of entropy. Curse them and their progeny.
It appears the start was at Moe’s Alley and trail went through a variety of golf course like areas and forest, all of it looked like bullshit from the photos. Beer check was by Harbor High School and religion was led by Accuprick and Milkacockus was beer fairy.
Trying to escape the hell that is trail!
Courtesy Flush, Pink Cherry Licker and Broke Bench Mountain were punished for missing trail. That explains why Courtesy couldn’t fill in as scribe as he said he would! Hangs loose got a down down for his pansy ass fear of PO. Zion got his official name of Junk Puncher and his parents got a down down for that as well. Our hares found some nice alliteration with Slonad, Stubrub and Steamy Baaanorhea and we hope they don’t find each other again.
And the hares!
We set another milestone on Flickr the past week. Viewings of our Flash have passed the two-and-a-half-MILLION mark. you’re an international laughing stock.