March of the Hashers
Our hares for the evening, Norman Bates and Pi Hole decided to celebrate their many years on this earth by conducting a pall bearer dress rehearsal complete with penguin clad hashing attire. Duzzy Cum, Mud Packer and Help Me I’m Wet obviously didn’t get the memo. The hares chose one end of the earth to conduct their B-day party…
As the pack set out, a knuckledragging hasher from
We encountered more locals from the hood with pink curlers in their hair making fun of us running with plungers, bow ties, and Dr. Zeuss hats. According to photos, dead fish was on found on trail and DMB is so not cool. The hares must have tired because they set a HH in Koch (pronounced 'käk) Park. We arrived at the next beer stop with actual buckets of beer. Coconut slingshots were fashioned by DMB and Dewey. Late comer Disco Ass arrived straight from that plane landing place. After almost deciding on not leaving the bar and making it the on after, we reasoned that we could stumble a few yards and enjoy more beer.
Circle commenced and Help Me I’m Wet presented the two arthritic hares with a candle ridden B-day cake (Pie?). Hammertongue, Cliff Bangher, Ass Backwards, DMB, Any Cock’ll Do, Just Tim, Pi Hole, Ricky’s Crab Shack, and Follow the Urine Trail all drank for bow ties. Just Ann revealed some of her lovely assets. Keyless Entry made 3 virgins cum to the hash at one time. You rock Keyless. A total of 5 virgins drank. 67 more Ho-lateral Damage and we’re in heaven. DMB extracted from behind her somewhere, 2 hashshits. Dewey and DMB got them for looking hot and flirting with pre-pubescent teens. It’s my story.
At the on after, Donger threw a temper tantrum. He couldn’t understand why he didn’t get a gift like
If you liked this hash, cum back next Wed. but turn left 1 mile earlier.