Hash Trash # 956

We started at Santa Cruz Mountain Brewery. Quite a lively crowd gathered and the excitement was building for Timmy’s trail. He promised a short boring trail if it rained. Note to self….it did not rain and trail was still boring…although I am not sure I would call it short.
We did take a lovely jaunt along West Cliff Dr, where the clouds played hide and seek with the moon as it rose over Monterey Bay. The air was crisp and the rain thankfully held off till much later in the evening.
Beer check was held in a deserted parking lot and the  waylaid walkers were certainly overjoyed to be reunited with the pack.
At religion Bakers Dozen’t takes on the  the RA role. He is getting quite good at this.
Dbased called out Cold Smegma Kamikazi, who is usually a bit off, seemed utterly confounded with the additional confusion caused by those mysterious painted arrows…that are sometimes placed by utility company workers….not hashers.
Pink Cherry Licker and her walker crew became quite lost on trail. PCL thought she had the trail all figured out…cause Mrs Timmy gave her a veiled clue, which PCL apparently incorrectly interpreted. Thus she….and CumFartZone, Jizz, Cum You Will Not and Occasional Rapist wandered aimlessly in search of beer check….but what else is new!
 
FapJack was of no help whatsoever despite 69 frantic phone calls and text messages to him.
Those who decided not to do trail were Broke Bench Mountain and Fap Jack. Both are nursing injuries and chronic pain but really they are just nursing their 12 packs.
Timmy laid a wonderful trail…with a few checks and more….the more being a large bottle of Mexican fire water.
Cum you will not lovingly placed the bottle in Jizziki’s backpack….and when the wandering became too much, she would make him stop so that she could take a big slug of it. That bottle was like precious water in the Sahara. In fact so precious that Just Foot Pussy followed it to ensure it made it back to religion.
Timmy, thinking ahead for once, held religion on the site of the west side farmers market, a lovely place with shelter from the rain.
Luckily the rain never came.
Don’t you just love a thoughtful Hare?
Thanks Timmy!!!
On On On,
CumFartZone

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