Date: Nov. 5, 2000

Run No: 1147

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I felt a little consternation about this run, since when I drove up, there was one of Houston's finest with his lights on. Could one of our hashers be in trouble already? We hadn't even started the run yet, much less trespassing through someone's yard!

This run, billed as the "Full Wet Tuna Head" run, proved to be an interesting one.

The pack was off at about 3:30 p.m., when Group Sex's dog, Willie, started sounding off. The Running of the Hounds had begun! We had an immediate check with everyone going all over the place. Straight down 38^th Street was true trail -- clever hares they were! Putting a check, then having everybody go straight! An omen of things to come!

The trail went through some neighborhoods, ended up along a railroad track (I hate railroad tracks!) for quite some time, then into a few easements and neighborhoods. Somewhere along here, Shit on a Shingle, Bidet Bitch, Prickly Bush and I started following Hooter Bill, and anticipating how welcome that beer check would be right about that time.

We were beginning to think that we were DFL, and had lost sight of the rest of the pack, and discussing how we should never follow Hooter Bill anymore. We proceeded to check out all directions at a park. All of a sudden, Womb Service and Roller Balls are coming up behind us! And Hooter Bill found trail and was the FRB! Go figure that one!

Just when I was beginning to think I was in an episode of Bizarro Superman, Roller Balls mentioned that we missed the beer check, where they had a great time and lots of beer. Moral of the story: Never follow Hooter Bill! You'll get screwed every time!

Well, we found trail, lamented not finding the beer check, and started on trail again. It went through several neighborhoods, and the hares sent us on plenty of Blow Jobs in several directions. What do you expect when all the hares are female! While going down one false trail, I mentioned that if there's three blobs of flour, it's true trail, which sent Hooter Bill into a diatribe about how there shouldn't be too much of a standard regarding the number of blobs of flour to indicate true trail (first rule is there are no rules, etc.).

The trail ended at about 1 hour 45 minutes for us midpack to DFL runners, at an Ice House with a great backyard for us to have our circle in. And since the run was relatively long, Dick The Boy Wonder ran a very long circle to match it! We tried to rename CoTex, with some great suggestions, but there are no renamings in the hash!

The food was great -- coleslaw, potato salad and hot dogs.

P.S. I think I was in an episode of Bizarro Superman -- Geek was the first hasher in!