Old Man Winter began his day over the upper Midwest. He had it in his mind that he would make it to St. Louis by nightfall. Alas, the fine barbeque and microbrews of Kansas City held him up for just enough time�

A mass of homo erected sapiens gathered near a newly constructed Metro stop in West Belleville. Acquaintances were renewed, posteriors were spanked, backsliders were rewelcomed and the fantastic four hares showed their trail marks.

Bama Mate played the role of that dude in Charlie�s Angels who tells the girls what to do, you know who I�m talking about, right? She commandeered the other three hares to lay another shitty trail. The hares happened to be Dewey Sexual System, CliffBangHer and Rainbow Bear (Allegedly).

On out and the pack quickly found an unsolvable check followed by the friendly confines of the Dutch Hallow Bar.

Meta, I Wanna Ryder, Viper, Licka, Dapper Sapper, Ricky�s Crab Shack ,Suck My Bag, Just Wu, Ho Lateral, Hummers, DMB, Sexorcist, Hog Tool, Princess, Lazy, Urine; these are the folks that may well have been among the back door entrants to the first beer stop.

The second 1/8^th of the trail brought the hashers through a massive Bellevue parking lot, through a park and across a gorgeous gangway over a lake, up the hill to a very special Stag Stop. Shittay beer was imbibed; Meta entertained the masses with his massiveness while pissing; Just Bryan testified to his 100^th beer of the month.

After more twists and turns, the hashers came to a brand new marking, the S-HHH hash hush.  The first group of hashers obliged by passing harmlessly through the residences and a lovely hill and dale. However, as the second group came through, suspecting neighbors were cursed, County Sheriffs were summoned, red necked weapons were loaded and cocked, the guard dogs were fellatably aroused by the commotion, detours were located�

Finally they emerged into a strip mall purgatory and the On In.  This being an A to B hash, most bastards had to retrieve their cars before the circle was commenced. As we did so, the mild temperature rolled out and we were suddenly greeted with stiff winds and cold rain and the eventual cuming of Old Man Winter.

It is rather difficult to remember all the down downs awarded with the coldness and the distraction of Just Mike and Just Lauren performing coitus in circle (or was that on trail, no wait, it was anywhere and everywhere).

Dewey Sexual System, the mother of my future children, was awarded the hash shit for bringing her entourage, Just Tanya, Just Elizabeth and the aforementioned Just Lauren. They spent their afternoon creating lovely shirts giving further direction to Dewey�s trail that apparently ventured into their most private of areas.

It was a lengthy trail, but very welcome as we all knew this would be the very last warm weather hash of 2006. All in all, just another�Staggy Trail.

--Disco Ass

(Viper Addendum)

If any big humper has family members employed by Bi-State Development Agency, you may want to give them heads up of the video they will be watching at their Christmas party this year.   Funniest line of the evening overheard on the platform loud speaker "Passengers at the Memorial Hospital Station, you will need to keep your clothes on."  We won't mention any names because they will probably get kicked out of Washington University School of Medicine but this was completely hash-like behavior, and we couldn't be prouder.  With tears in our eyes, the rest of us knew there would be a recourse further down the line on the westbound train.  Why do the ticket-checker-wanna-be cops have to check tickets in East St Louis?  Odd, ALL our tickets were expired, so off we go, yes, Lazy Ass included, expelled, kicked out, banned from the finest public transportation in the land.  So at 11 something in the evening, the trains don't run as frequently as they do at 6pm.  There we were, a huddled, drunk, wet mass of bodies hanging out "on the East Side".  Who could ask for more fun?  Just another Sh I ++ y Trail!  :-)

VS