hash fuck this trail

fellow hashers to commemorate three years of hashing in houston and some eighteen years hashing in total and maybe some other reasons which i wont go into here i propose the following next monday a trail which will be longish for the frbs shortcuttable longcuttable as well if you dont want to get your feet wet and walkable bikeable skateable for all you wankers who are too old or decrepit to run at the end there will be drinkable ales yes that means more than one as well as the usual american excuse for beer there will also be hot food but i am not promising that it will be any good there may even be a map for the latecomers and autowankers but dont count on it the trail will be laid in flour the traditional bleached super cheap variety dots and crosses only which means three sixty degree checks malaysian in houston parlance unmarked false trails though they will be obvious if you pay attention but of course most of you dont and just follow the morons in front like sheep no arrows back checks view points and other unnecessary stuff if you hit a check you are definitely on trail otherwise you may or may not be the trail will start in the parking lot of the amc meyer park movie theatre 4730 west bellfort street there may be some hashers milling about when you arrive if there arent that means you are either early hopelessly late or in the wrong fucking place now quite frankly i dont care whether you show up or not but i suspect that you will have nothing better to do on a monday night the ending may be close to the start but then again it may not show up at sevenish and expect to be moving your arse by seven thirty at the latest two dollar good beer at the on on on and as yet an undisclosed price for the unspeakable swill some of you drink on on the worm that turns

the run started at the parking lot of the amc theater at west bellfort and 610 s approximately 50 hashers showed up including the recently returned gaslight and dickchaser who got a broken ankle and knocked up respectively we started promptly at seven thirty running vigorously amongst small hills and duck ponds hardache appeared shortly thereafter as a hare I tried to steal his car but he didn't leave the keys at the first check the pack went north along the small bayou following hardache wet willie and I went south to west bellfort and hung a left to the train tracks and then went north after we saw that the trail was not headed into the glorious shiggy of that area we ran tracks for about a mile while trying to sing roxanne and avoid tunnel vision at the same time we popped out at the notorious ten way check zone at braes bayou where we were frbs and met up with putrified penis we then proceeded to explore the neighborhoods where we shocked many a young parent and thrilled many a geriatric woman with our studly physiques and masculine calls of on on we came within a block of lube job and ball grabbers house trail then led back down to braes bayou where we saw the shortcutting hash veteran master chugger we then spotted a check down near a tunnel which I went into and was closely followed by my partners in frbdom putrified penis and wet willie we went deep and then deeper into the tunnel it was very dark we turned around since none of us had flashlights when we came out the entire pack was there we then swam the bayou which was full of large mullet and found a false on the other side after much confusion trail was located on the north side of the bayou headed up a side street it was at this point getting dark and about an hour into trail I then ran into hardache who directed me to the first water check I thought holy shit this trail is long I then ran into cant hound near buffalo speedway and braes bayou who somehow knew where the end was after I asked he told me the bankdraft I replied fuck this trail and ran there via the most direct route I could think of bildo dildo got there at the same time I did in one and a half hours we were the first runners I was quite disturbed and made several somewhat derogatory comments regarding the length of the trail etc but soon thereafter I was placated by generous quantities of excellent beer pizza and bimbos runners trickled in for the next two hours rollerballs limp noodle womb service pp and orient queer ran for almost three hours the poor bastards the aforementioned gaslight and dickchaser seduced me into going home before the circle got started I heard from limp noodle that an elite group of hashers stayed until they not only finished all the beer but were kicked out by the owner it was a good time but my suggestion would be to have made the run shorter and to have started it someplace closer on on your recently retired ra and frequent provider of unsolicited comments grind slut