ReHash #231

It was unbeleivably hot that day. I awoke smelling the sweet aroma of flowers in bloom and hearing the finches chattering softly at my window as the sun shone in. Then I realized I was still dreaming and woke up with a start, alas, still in Ithaca and nearly late for the hash (or so I thought.) I grabbed my breeches and ran out the door like a flash, not realizing I had forgotten the directions to the Hash. I drove on anyway figuring I’d find another poor soul who was lagging behind. Sure enough there was one up ahead like a bat out of hell, to catch him I sped. Unfortunately for me he drove like two bats out of hell! (sure enough, none other than Skull.) Which brings me to the hash.

Damn Cold. Damn Wet. Damn Hung-over. Damn Back check! Damn Hash! The hares took us through a minefield laden with killer cow-chips and through the trenches and barbed wire. The feirce winds ever biting at us we persevered at came out victorious. The on-in, short and sweetled me to feel as though the reHash should be the same.

Until Next time,

Calvin
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