IH3 Trail #461

Ithaca Hash No. 460 or so, 7/3/2005, in Lansing – Set by Pussy Pong and Dances With Head

After a morning of setting trail and getting ready to bbq, Pussy Pong and I sat on the patio with beers in hand and awaited the early-arriving bastards for the day’s hash. Shortly after 3, none other than Bitch Where’s My Handjob pulls in, complaining about the long drive from Watertown. But the wanker left to get some cash at the ATM, and PP and I returned to our waiting – but not for long – soon Just Franco and a couple virgins pull up. Just Franco got out, and introduced Just Francesco from Ithaca, and Just Carla from Toronto. The story we got was Three Times a Weenie made them cum, who indeed pulled up a moment later with another virgin, Just Carson, from Ann Arbor Michigan.

After Bitch Where’s My Handjob returned with cash, and a six-pack of Saranac, we enjoyed a few cold ones before circling up for chalk-talk. And then we were off – up the road and around the neighbor’s house, and we found a pair of noisy neighbor dogs. Not to worry, we just kept going, down the hill to Salmon Creek. There the sacred letters BN were found by a watering hole, and we got our feet wet in the refreshing water.

But we soon tired of that also, and took of on trail – down the very scenic and rocky creekbed towards Lake Cayuga. As we approached the lake, on-lookers wondered aloud "What is that they’re saying, is it ‘Hard On’?"

Within view of the lake, trail turned and went over a railroad bridge, and into Myer’s Park, where many were camping, grilling, and listening to live music for the holiday. The hash quickly found another BN, by my car no less, and awaited me to gain access to the beer.

Off on trail again, we went up-up-up Myer’s Rd to 34B and the on-in at my place. There, the grill was lit the hash circled with a thirst that needed some quenching. Hares drank, virgins drank, new-comers drank, BLEABS/BLABS drank, … you get the idea, all the usual accusations. Interesting accusations include catching Bitch wearing a hat in the circle multiple times, and accusing Just Franco and Just Carla of getting tail on trail.

Then circle was closed, and the bbq’ing began. Just Franco and Just Carla didn’t wait around long before taking off – Just Carla had to drive back to Toronto – which was to our advantage, as we got to sit around and discuss stupid things Just Franco has done. Afterall, he has to get named one of these days!

That was pretty much it. You wankers that weren’t there missed a beautiful afternoon and a fine bunch of non-regulars yesterday!

Pictures are up on my website – check’em out on the hare-line page!

On-On,
-Dances With Head