IH3 Trail #443

It was the 21 st of November a Hash I’ll always remember. The sky was clear and fifteen hashers were here! A virgin run for Just Ali’s fun, Captain Slimey and his Dad W.T. who seems to think his old name stinks so he renamed himself wild thing! Phil MacCkacken and Hot Lips too were here to help us tip some beers. Three Times a Winnie, was once, twice, three times a rhyme! Bitch Squeler and Hound Whore and Star Sixty nine were ever so fine. Extra Testicle and Dances with Head were our ever so clever Hares . Pussy Pong and Pipi Longstocking with cox smith in tow were rocking the hash.

Hershey and Arlo were hashing and humping all over the trail.


Over Hill and over Dale went the Hash to many a downhill crashs, to the two beer stop we flew. With never athought for the backtrack we fought to find true trail. Past the four wheelers who took poor ET’s Cooler we ran back to the house and to the circle we went.

AT the circle we drank for all of those beer we’re thankful for, Our Hares drank and drank and drank some more, to many violation we must pour. Just Ali was our Virgin, and crashes were Star and 1/2 M , front running Bastards and come lately and those without mugs.Dry lip down down and awards From PP to Me we drank a toast.

To tame the wild Hash we piled on the burger and dogs and watch while we celebrated Dances 27 fu*ked up years. Out with cake and a hearty side side he drank, and with hardly a care the circle was closed.

After the circle we drank some more and ate some more and than we shot up what pumpkins we could find . It was a time I will remember with Star 69 shooting out the lights and Squeller was refering the wrestling matches in between song sung by ET while the rest of took slugs of Champane bought for the birthday boy.

So that my story and all though it doesn’t really rhyme it all I had time for.

1/2 Monty