A Drinking Club with a Running Problem
The charming and disarming Toothy Lunker set Sunday’s Hash trail in Yellow Barn forest in the pouring rain. Now that’s what I call ‘jutzpah! The small but high-quality crowd of hounds (i.e., Spike and Tequila Bill) had a great time sniffing out Toothy’s damp flour. Roxey, the K-9 Hasher, stood guard over the beer and bourbon. After an interesting conversation at the pond about global warming, drosophila larva, pupa, beer, and underpants, Toothy and her twosome continued on the last half of the trail toward the On-In.
All at once a car appeared, whereupon out hopped Dances with Head, Pussy Pong, Extra-Testicle, and Hairy Condom Jr.! The former two claimed to be at the State Fair doing “animal research” but it became clear that they merely wanted to see the world’s largest swine mate in front of a crowd. ET and HCJr., on the other hand, were just back from the equally-soggy Pud R*n. During the On-In, ET attempted to communicate with Roxey the dog by using a series of simulated eyebrow movements. This caused a well-meaning but slightly spooky citizen to stop his pick-up truck on Yellow Barn Rd. to ask if ET was in need of assistance. After being assured that all was well, the man sped off to his favorite bridge to resume playing his banjo.
All in all, a most excellent Hash! See you in two weeks!
On-on!
Tequila Bill