A Drinking Club with a Running Problem
Subject: IH3 Trailer Trash Re-Hash
Whoohoo!! I reckon’ this hash was filled with lots o’ drama, so where do I start? Well first of all, to fill you in on the latest trailer trash gossip, some hashers done run off and got hitched!! That’s right, and no, we ain’t talkin’ ’bout Little oral Annie and Grandpa Flossie, that’s old news, it’s Tequila Bill and Staffy Puller! Congrats to the newlyweds!!!! And boy are you lucky Staffy, that man can BBQ and he’s got a full set of teeth!
Ok, on-on to the hash- Arriving first on the scene was Just Bob, who was an hour early to the hash. For this, and several reasons including following EVERY false trail set by the hares, and an interesting shirt he was wearing, which he will have to explain to all y’all later, we really wanted to name him (a) "Little Dimmer," or "Little Dimmy" was also suggested, but he ran away from the hash too early to be named. Smart man! After Just Bob arrived C-Smith, Tequila, UFO, Bedside, hares Floss and Pippi, and yours truly, LOA and hash-hounds Peez-like-a-Girl, MaxiPad, and CraZeyes.
On-on we went through areas I didn’t even know existed in tburg- all the high rent dicktricks, we went up Kentucky Ave, past a lot of pick-up trucks, down an embankment through a stream where we done saw a row boat just stranded in the middle of the water. We also saw lots of other nice things, like a perfectly good tire or two, a broken bridge, and oh yes, we had a genny cream beer stop with some pork rinds- not one but two different flavors. Yummmyy! On-off we went through many trails and woods till we done end up at the nicest trailer in the park where beer was drunk, and more pork rinds were handed out. Bedside even managed to find a beautiful bright magenta chair cushion to lounge on that someone was just throwin’ out, can you believe that? How wasteful.
After a few minutes it looked like a tornado or something might blow in so we vacated the trailer and took up residence at LOA and Floss’s rich cousins place down in the village where we waited out the storm. Pippi greeted us all with some nice cheese whiz and cracker horsie do’vres, served on one of those fancy Styrofoam plates, He sure does know how to throw a party. Down-downs were handed out to the hares (we didn’t hand out a down-down to Floss for gettin’ lost in his backyard while setting- we didn’t want to make him feel bad, it’s been a while since we’ve let him out of the house, after that nasty incident involving sniffing glue and wrestling a moving school bus.)
Down-downs were also given for BLEB, BLAB, BOBBIT (C-smith, Tequilla, Staffy Puller) and for not dressin’ in their Sunday best (C-smith, Tequila). Also for dog owners, comes latelys, hash crash by a hare while laying trail (Pippi) and his wife while running it. We should have given a down-down for the best Sunday dress of the day which would have gone to UFO and Bedside (pictures will be following!) LOA and C-Smith drank for being too high-class trailer trash, refusing to eat pork rinds, but indulging in the cheese whiz and crackers. Bedside & Floss drank for actually being trailer trash. Bedside, UFO and Floss should also have drank for the beans they apparently all ate for breakfast.
After down-downs we had a BBQ grilled by Tequila of chicken, hotdogs, burgers with white bread; mac and cheese made by Pippi; dessert from Staffy Puller. Lots of beer was drank, cheese whiz was down-downed and snorted, and a great time was had by all! The next hash will be set by Lord Burpenstein…maybe that’s why he didn’t show up? Was my Lord too good for the likes of this trailer trash?
On-out, your trailer trash correspondent,
L’ Oral A.