The run started at a cryptic Compact enclave, formerly know as K-Mart, complete with armed guard and 007 impersonator trying to impress the Harriet’s with his cellular device. The first part of the ten-part true trail took off down the road and immediately into a swamp filled with cow piss, and thereafter no one need worry about getting their shoes wet. Winding through miles of shiggy and mosquitoes and barbed wire, we came upon terrain which looked like the surface of the moon, which was pretty cool, and no one recalled seeing before. The green and yellow hares then led us through a creek bed until the trail turned west into the wood of the Mad Cow, who fixated her affections on Jason, who ran over “Boy George” trying to escape. However, the cow prevailed and Jason enjoyed it and was appropriately named “Cow Lick”. When asked about his experience, he recalled it was like throwing a hot dog down a long hall. “John Boy” also got a cow head, which he brought to the On-On. After many more miles of the same, with adequate water checks, we wandered down the obligato5ry train tracks to the on-on where we cussed the yellow and green cheesy hares for too much fun. The on-on took place in a wooded dead-end and lots of delicious German advertised. Instead they wore it on their Cheese Heads. Winning fashion awards for best Cheese Head were “Pump Me Harder” in her Cheesy gimme cap and “Tuna Delight” outfitted in Go-Texan cheese apparel. German Music prevailed and everyone enjoyed doing the Chicken Dance to their favorite oompah or polka. “Hooter Bill” whined (can’t you just hear him!) that he had never seen the Chicken Dance, as he never takes a bath. Further, he suspected to conspiracy to keep him out of the inner circle privy to the Chicken Dance. Reboots included that famous Cheese Head, “Tuna Delight” and her cheese eating husband, “Whore Dog”. “Low Life” brought a spousal unit which wouldn’t reboot no matter how hard we tried. The on-on-on was at appropriately named “Bimbo”. They were championing endangered species, and from the smell that evening, the species-of-the-day was tusked. Thanks to the hares for a fun afternoon.
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“THE CHEESE HEAD HASH” SUNDAY,
OCTOBER 19, 1997 RUN NUMBER 977 VENUE: HWY 249 @ TOMBALL HARES:
“PUMPER THUMPER” “PUMP ME” “PUMP ME HARDER” &
“SLUMBAG”