IH3 Trail #454

BW quickie rehash:

We all met at PP’s nice little cottage in the woods. I think it’s a good candidate for a hash weekend party. They have plenty of firewood for the dogs to chew on. Plenty of beer, and the advantage would be that we wouldn’t have to worry about cleaning up afterward. (just kidding)

It was an awesome day for hashing, crisp, yet sunny. Everyone was in a good mood. After being cooped up all winter, it’s nice to get out in the sunshine.

I brought my two hounds, Parker John, and Puker (Toby). Toby has had knee problems for the last year, but it seems to be getting better, so he was allowed to do his favorite thing – HASHING!

In attendance were Butt Floss, Little Oral Annie, Tequila Bill, Staffy Puller ( who is getting close to 25 runs – Yay!) Pussy Pong and Dances w/ Head, Spike, CockSmith, and Pippi Schlongstocking.

Dogs: Puker (Toby), Puker John, MAX, and ARLO

The hash was truly shitty. Lots of uphill, stream crossings, a beer stop beside a real nice deer stand. PP and Staffy Puller and maybe even Spike tried to climb the Treacherous Tree Stand Of Death.
Fortunately, the hashers won the challenge and no one was killed.

Check out the hash pictures and you can see Floss and Tequila Bill kissing, and I think there is also a picture of Staffy Puller hanging from the "Treacherous Tree Stand Of Death".

The second beer stop right next to a swamp. Yeah Baby! Swamp!
MmMMmmmm!

MAX, Puker, and Puker John went swimming, but Arlo’s Mom made him stay on dry land.

PP was caught squatting in the woods twice. I think she likes getting caught. Maybe we should start spanking her when we catch her? Wait, that might not help. (depending on your point-of-view)

Pippi found a comfortable spot on a fallen tree and we all had great fun inspecting the handiwork of the local BEAVERS!!! We crossed their DAMN!!! …and checked out their fallen logs.

Also, look carefully at the beaver pond, and you can see SHARK FINS.
They are from the rare "Tompkins Aboreal Beaver Shark". Teach you children about this rare and ancient animal, and they can impress their friends with their knowledge of wildlife.

On On to the On In. Pippi drank for getting a year older, CockSmith was awarded the HASHIT and we got to watch as she placed the garment AGAINST HER SKIN – EEeeewww. That thing is skiivy. Ball Wrinkle awarded CockSmith with the hash baby award for being such a baby and not letting Arlo play in the water. Waaah!

Bleebs, and Blabs drank, mugless hashers drank, comes latelys drank, shit! We all drank. We even made Spike drink (probably for never setting a hash)

BTW, Spike will be not setting the next hash.

Even though we were not out of beer, we broke up the circle and proceeded to eat Butt Floss’s surplus "take this job and shove it" party Hot Dogs. They were yummy.

Puker and Puker John did not puke on the way home. Where is F*cking 1/2 Monty? Where is ET? Where are the rest of you comes-lately worthless wankers?

Come to the hash!!!

"It’s fun, and if you get lucky, you might get laid" (quoted from Wee Willie of the Nittany HHH)

On Out
Ball Wrinkle – Woo! Hoo! – next hash in 3 days!!!