Ah....my first saturday hash. We arrived at the parking lot of Cutters and found a hash circle's amount of shade in the back. Parked Urine's truck/trash can and started drinking a few. Emergency Piece (formerly Just Yvonne) came out and said hello to the gathering pack.

Just Toby was the lone virgin, and a striking resemblance was discovered to Just Doug. Which started a theory that there was a very busy mailman in the neighborhood.

Postage and PMS pulled up with Mudpacker and Disco Ass (nice shades) in tow...what a fun ride that must have been. Numb Buns arrived with 2 very overweight rodent looking things that she called dogs. Iron Lung and FeFe arrived via 2 wheeled transport. That's a nice bike but...I don't know how they ride that thing after few down downs.

Eata finally showed up and the Hare decided that the beer stop would be a local tavern. Good planning.

To start the trail, Postage pointed Disco Ass into the brush to follow the hare. Fortunately for us the hare had going a totally different direction.

The trail was pretty shitty, especially the Eagle Turkey split with a CB8. Nice touch.

Most of the pack trailed behind Eata and was very thankful that he marked his path extremely well. Or not at all, I don't remember which.

The Beer Stop was at a local tavern. Eata, the FRB that he is, promptly put $5 in the jukebox and played some of the best music that $5 can buy. Hair bands, hair bands and more hair bands. But, in this case it seemed appropriate. Our bartender was particularly nice and showed all who cared to see the tattoo of a frog on her breast. The only question we had was...can we see where the frog came from? She ignored that question but did inform us that we weren't the rowdiest, or rudest people in the bar that day. Damn, what hashers could have been there before us?

Lazy Ass finally made it in, and we discovered that the markings of the pack had been piss poor at best. PMS, Puss n Boobs, and Halley finally made it and echoed the same sentiment. Halley was coming straight from the airport to the hash...and after a strip search and cavity check...what a trooper!

After the Hare was away, we discovered that we had yet to pay the bar bill. Luckily, I hadn't dropped my money anywhere on trail and picked up the tab.

When the pack returned we discovered Whiney Bitch had taken a tour of the Metro-Link stops. That's some educational stuff for kids!

Urine was awarded a 50 cranium band, which I Wanna Ryder anointed oh so nicely. It's a good thing Whiney was there to make sure it was properly anointed.

After that things get kinda blurry, I remember getting nominated for hashshit, but who else was with me? And who actually won? I guess we'll find out Wednesday. When we do it all over again!

Just Doug