This week’s hash was very entertaining all things considered. Our hares Puff and TIMMY!! Got things started at the davenport roadhouse.
Right off the bat we had trouble solving a few checks and I may have made the mistake of following the virgin (Virgin Dusty) through a swamp instead of taking the easy way around from the liquor check. Other than having quite the wind going it was a lovely start along the coast. We then got back up onto the 1 and headed north on that for a bit looking for flour. We were led across the railroad tracks into the residential little davenport neighborhood. NOTE: The hares told us before trail started that we should ignore any “private property” and “no trespassing” signs. I think those wankers set us up…just keep reading to know what I mean because this is where things got interesting. As we made our way down a dried up ravine we started getting yelled at by a perturbed ass-clown.
This little guy started yelling at us that we were on private property and that there were “Signs everywhere” (we saw no such signs upon our exit, merely a bus stop and street sign sooooo) Anywho, he threatened us profusely that he would call the sheriff if we continued on our path and when dBased tried to very politely and calmly reason with him asking for a better way around he just kept yelling at us to get the fuck out. We left and in the process he still felt he needed to get his tiny dick into his tiny truck and drive down to the start of the path (seriously like 20 meters long he could have walked up to us if he wasn’t such a weenie) to harass us some more and make sure we left.
He called the local “National security” HA! National security was a lady with a poodle dog in her little truck which proceeded to follow us as well. So we went back to the road and hoped we could pick up trail down the road. We did find trail, and some hashers went to see where it went and the national security lady started honking at them and yelling at them to GET OUT OF THERE! HEY! YOU! STOP! (I guess that little patch of forest was private property too) so the hashers ran through and met up with us on the road while the lady continued yelling into a now empty forest. She clearly learned we were too large a group to fuck with and merely followed us at a respectful distance after that.
After that bit of excitement we were led through the cute little neighborhood behind whale city and such and finally onto the beach area across from start where we had beer check but with the insane winds we decided “fuck that” and had a quick religion at the railroad tracks.
First order of business was for those who had been yelled at by either tiny dick guy or poodle national security lady to drink…so that was everyone! Although only dung-fu, accuprick, occasional and dBased actually got the real yelling from the national security lady I believe. Accuprick also felt I deserved a down-down for leading people on about some hot wet beaver pics (link here, you won’t regret it, just click it: (https://www.buzzfeed.com/katangus/ooh-baby-thats-what-i-like?utm_term=4ldqpgp&bffbmain#4ldqpgp) We had a virgin and he delivered for the harriettes! We got full frontal and some ass too, hopefully he had a good birthday on Friday! Lastly we yelled at the hares for their shitty trail.