Hares: Unlaiden Swallows, Snatch Trick & Flatline

Our crafty harrierettes gave the vague start description as Stude park. Two different camps of hashers parked in different lots waiting for the other to arrive. After realizing this Camp Boy Parts merged with Camp Lady Parts and the hash was ready to begin. This wasn’t the only bit of trickery connived by these lovely ladies. Last week’s trail was laid in the same area and since we’ve had zero rain this week that flour was still able to steal hashers and lead them to their deaths. Or maybe not. Our hares did put specs of orange in their flour so thank you science.

Zipping the trail past Grind Slut’s King Biscuit Parking Lot allowed for Grind, who was not hashing (the nerve!), to give trail advice to stray hashers. This advice was obviously trickery! Why the fuck would you listen to Grind?!! More hashers dead. Or maybe not. The harrierettes stroked their beards in approval of their dastardly plan.

Apparently a lot of people knew it would end under an overpass so they drank as much beautiful 512 Pecan Porter as they could before the rest of us dumbies got there. Duke of Puke’s gal pal maintained her sobriety and acted very ladylike. 4 Dicks Max became 5 Dicks Max. Lots of visitors and 2 transplants. Our military personnel were saluted for servicing our country.

The OnOnOn was the Distillery. I watched Brrrrrrrggggghhhhhh put penis in her taco. I mean peanuts. Apparently that’s a food thing.

Can we do it again today?