Dung Fu Grip summoned the pack to the Crepe Place for this week’s hash. It was a dark rainy night, but a good number of brave hashers came out ready to get wet.  Who doesn’t like to get wet?  We’re not going to melt, right?  All the fair weather hashers stayed home and missed all the fun.  Pussies!  Dung Fu Grip was recently back in Michigan and said he was inspired to try out new trail markings on us.  He tried to give the pack instructions, but I’m not sure anyone was listening.  We are a bunch of halfminds, remember?

The rain was coming down pretty steady when the pack headed out. There were marks leading toward Seabright, so everyone staggered in that direction.  It went right down Seabright, right on Effey Street, left on Cayuga, right on Broadway, left on Pennsylvania to Windham.  And then everything went to shit.  My Garmin map shows that I ran up and down Windham at least 4 times, trying to solve a check on a corner near Seabright and Windham.  A bunch of hashers scoured the area, but no luck.  We figured the marks got washed away.  I can attest to the fact that dBASED was actually on trail, and trying to solve the check.  But the fancy new trail marks proved to be too complicated for the halfminds of Surf City. After a while, we were cold and got tired of sloshing around in the puddles.  We decided to abandon hope and turned back.  Pink Cherry Licker called the Hare to tell him we were lost.  We all went to Religion at Dung Fu’s house.  My GPS measured trail at 2.72 miles, but not sure how long it was supposed to be.

Thank God for a covered carport and hot vegan buttered rum. Could’ve fooled me.  It tasted like butter.  Ho to Housewife and I brought dry clothes, so we were pretty happy.  The inflatable penis from Betty Ford 2 years ago made an appearance!  Dung Fu was also RA for the evening.  Talk about multi-tasking.  Fap Jack was Beer Fairy.  Dung Fu said he tried to do an “anti-rain” dance, but it didn’t work.  I guess not.  dBASED got called up for something.  Ho to Housewife celebrated her 69^th Surf City Hash!  Get a life!  Hugh Heifer drank for being a backslider.  Courtesy Flush got called up since he did not stop for a burrito on trail.  Bacon Queef drank for skipping trail.  She claimed to have shin splints.  Ya, right.  Muggle Kevin was welcomed to the hash.  Thank you for passing out the hot buttered rum!  And last but not least, the Hare……………

On On,

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