When we arrived to the hash, only Fe Fe and Shaven Thing were outside. Hoo boy. I was relieved to find out that the hashers were inside ta bar, where there was beer and warmth. Fe Fe did a fine job training his son how to set trail. The pack enjoyed a comfortably short trail that started near the Caboose on West State Street. I must admit that I did not want to drive all the way out to Illinois, but you know what? Fe Fe and Iron Lung do it all the time for us. So next time, get your butts car-pooling or something, 'kay? That's what I did. Make someone else drive. Tee hee.

There was one beer stop on trail, but I don't remember the name. I do know that we've stopped there before. I like the little Illinois bars. In fact, I'm not sure the name of the on after bar either. Perhaps someone who knows will enlighten this trash. Like, who got the hash shit anyway?

All in all, it was just another shitty Illinois hash. On On, Madam Yuk

Some PMS observations:

The start was from a neat little caboose in downtown O'Fallon.
It was freakin' cold!
Hopeless and Radar Luv were major backsliders.
Trail was long!
Orgy Butter had a night off of school and got to come out and play... yeah!
Witty earned her 69th cranium band.
Postage was FRB, followed by a sweatty Duzzy Cum.
Duzzy somehow managed to escape the camera all night.
Witty and dQ got hashshit for their "announcements, announcements, announcements.... a terrible death to talk about, a terrible death to die.
Yuk, Witty and PMS had cool cranium gear.
Iron Lung, Just Steve, Pornogenic, Norman Bates, Orgy Butter and PMS shortcutted and made it to the beerstop well ahead of any runners.
Just Austin made an appearance to the circle.
Once again, the number of Mo. hashers outnumbered the dark side hashers at a dark side hash.