Hare: Heartache

A small but hardy pack braved the lousy weather and drove that extra mile "just outside the loop for 15 or 20 miles" to see if Heartache could throw another good trail together despite the pouring rain and ripping wind. We thought, for sure this time, the flour would be washed away. Despite the weather the run "way up north" started exactly at Hash time. The hounds took off on a trail with hard-to-find markings due to all the rain; in fact, the FRB's had such trouble running trail that they ran it 3 or 4 times, around and around and around in circles- all the way to "the end" and then some...

For it seems, at the very end of the run, that although the FRB's were at the end of the trail, the beer had not arrived yet, so they believed they needed to keep on searching! So, around and around they went. How far they ran, we won't know--but it was long and hard; a true Heartache trail...

And now for the story in the story...

Usually, we won't mention walkers much in the Hash Trash, but since there were only about 40 Hashers at this run- and half of those were walkers- I can safely relate a story:

Before the start, Heartache asked for a "seasoned" walker to lead the Walkers since our "Land Admiral," Mr. T, had wanked out by going home before the run even started. It seems Mr. T, after driving up to Humble, had decided it was too cold to walk and he, like any good commander in a bad situation, left it to the troops to save the day.

Keezer the Sleezer volunteered from the ranks to lead the Walkers but he turned out to be a real "Mr. T Wannabe" in spite of what all past experience might have predicted... For, once on the Walker's trail, Keezer refused to look at the walker's map (just like Mr. T); prefering to spend the time "on trail" arguing with Dickless Tracy about which way to go rather than simply looking at the map- as they went 'round and 'round in circles arguing!

Way to go Keezer! Was it Mr. T's hat that caused this effect or was it that stuff Mr. T said about "killer icebergs on dark nights in speeding ships" just before he left?

Now, back to our story already in progress...

As for the run in general: more than two or three times during the run walkers and runners crossed paths, as everyone kept circling- map or no map- 'cause the beer was late, late, late... and the On marks were really all beat to heck by the rain... Finally, though, everyone circled up at the end, with the usual long accusations, except this time we had a presentation...

Bald Eagle and Lazy Worm presented the newly divorced, Anus Flytrap with a HUGE (fake) dick, so she would not be lonely now that her divorce is final. A fine gift; but I wonder what they will present the Great Kahuna with on his special day...

After the presentation it was On-On to a warm and friendly On-On-On, where our hare, Heartache, bought fried chicken for everyone. It was, I understand, a choice of him or the chicken for Hash Sunday dinner... but the chicken, alas, had no money to buy his way out of trouble...

What a day!

I'm sure glad I braved the weather--it was a blast!

Thanks Heartache.

Full Service

P.S.

At the On-On Pinball had to chug a beer for Mr. T's speedy exit- something about going down on the ship- or, something... But, talk about "taking a bullet" for the "old man..."