One of the things I love about the Hash is despite our debauchery and large degree of public drunkenness that we as a group of sorry souls exhibit on a weekly basis once in a great while we redeem ourselves.  To see the Email that 70+ toys were donated makes me want to raise a sappy toast but really I am just sidetracking from complaining about Banana's trail.

In attendance in no specific order for the night (aside from your disgruntled scribe) were Banana, Dr. Nappy, Butt Balls (cameo), Pussy Galore, Jordass, Hugh Heff, Timmy!, Mrs. Groper, Spooge Bath, My Lil Bony, Captain Jack Swallows, Cum Lord, Finger Nips, Goat Blower, Hogazm, LAst Call Norm, Pearl Necklace, Pussy Sipper, Puff tMDQ, Serial Box, TBO, Rod Lover, Protein Stain, Lady Go Dive on It, Wolfgang Fuck, Glazed Hole, Daddy Warbucks, Just Megan (#4), and DuuHHH!!!

While waiting for hashers to come out of the cold and pile up toys Banana further rubs in poor Hoggy's accident but noticing there is still a blood stain on her Necklace. We are surprised to see TBO two weeks in a row.  Bony is also free from his McRadio Shack job to come join us. Finally Banana is told to fuck off and go lay the last bit of trail that wasn't a pre-lay. 

Now I'd love to have all the finer points written down about trail, but beyond the Beer Check, there were no fine points of trail. The damp cold rain ain was the least of our worry on this sorry pointless trail.  Although hitting as many puddles as possible reminds me of a dBased trail and made me wonder if some more sinister (aka dBased) elements were behind the pre-laying.  I don't know why Banana laid such an immature poorly set trail considering he tops the attendance list (or did...pray I don't get my hands on it...kidding).  But when all was said and done we find BN leading us to the dude-shack. There was plenty of beer and kamikaze to go around. Hell you might have thought it was a regular Sunday...except for the lawn mower parked in front of one of the couches, but that’s another story.

After the cold on in we pick an old stomping ground for religion...a slight awning to protect the old pack and an empty parking lot for the victims of our vicious RA to get further rained on. 

The RA takes this opportunity to chase the pack around with a used condom he found on ground in the parking lot...crazy wank.

First up beer fairy was going to be Spooge Bath but we couldn't find him so it became Glazed Hole (I think for skipping out on us last week, missing a down-down).

Next up is Serial Box who is rewarded for whining, a double down-down for a hat.

Mrs. Groper is next for Auto-Hashing. Secondly I have it noted that she was also given a down-down for environmental damage and how she didn't want to get rained on but only wet.

I was next for a down-down, I had my notepad to Hugh Heff and  good ole Heff notes "Ralf BDAY missed you have a small penis! Love Hugh", don't make me take you around the corner and prove you wrong Hugh...oh wait I can't.

Finger Nips and Goat Blower now try to do an adaptation to the "got it up got it in now here's some cab fare" song. It totally sucks and those two bitches can't even complete the really lame song. Down-downs for them.

Our backslider for the evening was Wolfgang Fuck. His excuse? Away in Illinois. Wherever the fuck that is.

The pack experiences another chase around by the RA and his used condom. Hope the RA has had his Hepatitis shots not knowing what hole that condom was stuck in. Maybe it was the RA's? Since he was so willing to touch it?

Well anyways, OnOnOn ended up being the Crepe Place. I'm glad I didn't go...I found out while eating there this weekend that they don't carry Sierra Nevada Pale any longer. I'd like to think they were just out, but those were not the words the waiter used.

Next week: Serial Box does us. I mean trail.

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