Good Evening,

       As a general rule, I wish to purge my computer of pictures from the Hash as soon as possible. Certain people have the right to inspect the contents of my hard drive any time they wish to so I believe it best if no photographic evidence of my Thursday evening adventures exists longer than necessary. This week, however, two complicating factors worked against me. The first being the fact I was in Palm Springs last weekend for the (hopefully) annual Hash Springs event. As everyone knows, the OC gang threw the towel in after Betty Ford Rehab Hash number 30 believing their incredible luck would soon run out and it was inevitable some poor bastard would die on trail and they’d be incarcerated for the remainder of their unnatural lives.

       The second reason I retained these pictures longer than usual is it gave me extra time to concoct insults for our hare-pair. These two clowns should have stuck with dating and left haring to those more capable. Which, with the obvious exception of CumFart Zone, is anyone in the club. Any trail that causes physical injury to dBASED is automatically a bad trail. dBASED has been hashing longer than many of our members have even been alive so any trail that does him in is obviously of poor design and even worse execution. The word ‘execution’ does, however, figure prominently in my hopes for the future of these two miserable humans.

       On a completely unrelated note, I wish to applaud Pussy Wood for her spate of Trashes. I can think of no more efficient method of getting people to volunteer to Scribe that by posting such a lame litany of loose literature as she just has. I slapped my computer a number of times thinking it must have contracted some virus, a terrorist plot devised to drive me crazy as such inane babble I have never seen the equal of before. I ran spell checker and in no time whatsoever smoke began leaking from every vent in my computer. It’s final response was that it was only programmed to correct English and what it was viewing was obviously not such.

       Rumor Central contends Hash 903 will originate from Zelda’s in Capitola. Two things to bear in mind if such is true: Where are you gonna park and remember not to drink much as the coppers only have two streets to patrol.

       I bid a fond farewell to Pussy Wood’s scribing and to Trail 901 as well. If you wish to revisit 901, the link below will assist you in such a foolhardy endeavor. If you wish to read Pussy Wood’s Trashes again, I strongly advise you seek psychiatric treatment as your earliest opportunity.

On on,

Pussy Wood merely publishing Puff’s cruel words to her