IH3 Trail #437

It was a hot, humid morning as I dashed away from Stewart Park and the “Puddly Event” to take Little Oral Annie up to Toothy Lunker’s kitchenless abode. It was Sunday. Normally a day of rest. But this was no ordinary Sunday. It was a hashing Sunday for Ithaca!! Is everybody happy?……You bet your arse we are!……. And, this was also a special hash! It was to be the second Anal Blond Bimbo hash set by our two hottie hares who were also celebrating their birthdays!!

I mused to myself about the smokin’ trail they would be setting for us this day up in the forest behind Greek Peak as I meandered back down to Stewart Park to eat with my family prior to heading back up to T-burg to pick up Just-Max.

Heading back down through Ithaca….again…and not having LOA riding along to deter me…..I stopped at Purity Ice Cream and picked up a cute little girl with a tight, red, shirt…..Just-Kelly, and her pooch Just-Noah. Being a bit wary of my drooling tongue and roaming gaze, she decided to follow me in her own car instead of riding along beside me. RATS! LOA must have sprayed some sort of scent all over my car to chase off would-be usurpers to her seat! So, off we caravanned in two cars to the start of the Hash up in the Virgil Mountains……..

Well, without the opportunity to molest the sweet young virgin…..we arrived at the hash start to see many additional virgins along with regulars and cums-latelies. Of course, at this late date, I have no clue of who was who. But, thanks to DWH’s picture page….OK, so I cheated…and lied…..make me President!…..I can tell you that the following were there….in no specific order…. Harry Condom Jr., ET, 1/2 Monty and Hershey, Cry Baby Swing Low (more on this later), Side Show Jesus, Nut Roper, Dances With Head, Spike…(is this wanker EVER going to set trail?), Tequila Bill, Staffy Puller, Bitch Squealer, Star 69, Hot Lips, Just-Kelly, and at least three other virgins. And, of cour! se, our hares, Little Oral Annie, Toothy Lunker, and Roxy.

The trail, well, what can I say…..it was SHITTY!! I mean, come on….two blond bimbos and a dog? Like most parks in the area, Toothy knows the Virgil area like that back of her hand. They had us running all over the place and through streams and muck…..AWESOME! Even got to cross an extremely over-engineered bridge with stainless steel fasteners out in the middle of no where. Wonder how those engineering geeks got all that wood out there?

At one point, Swing Low got a bit too fresh trying to check out my Floss through my shorts and ended up with a sharp stick in the eye! I started laughing because, “No one laughs until some one loses an eye”. Swing Low, the big baby, started crying about it. (See evidence when DWH posts extra pictures of the event)

Finally, we some how managed to make it back to the start and Circle began. First, Hot Lips drank lest he sneak away before we could “award” him for numerous premature-echeckulations. Then our hottie hares drank for their ability to go out into the woods….and actually make it back to the car. Of course, Swing Low drank for being a bleeding cry baby. Virgins drank. Dog owners drank. Others drank…the usual stuff ya know….. Then, Tequila Bill received a side-side for his birthday infraction. Followed by BOTH hares getting up-ups for their birthdays! LOA turned “Dirty Thirty” and Toothy turned 35 just prior to the hash. Was that it? Hell no! I’m sure I forgot some other very impotent down-downs….such as the one that LOA and I got for finally getting engaged! :o) What was I ever thinking? More impotently….WHAT THE HELL WAS LOA THINKING WHEN SHE SAID “YES”?

Well, needless to say, much beer was drank that afternoon. And, as the sun quickly began to set……we closed the circle and headed on out after Staffy Puller and Tequila Bill volunteered to set the next trail.

The End….for now….for I fell asleep immediately upon arriving home….only to awaken to…….

On-Out,

Floss