Was it something we said?
Well not really….I just embellished this a bit…….but he really really is leaving and now we need to re-supply our Kleenex box because there was not a dry eye in the pasture after his announcement.
Was it something we said?
Well not really….I just embellished this a bit…….but he really really is leaving and now we need to re-supply our Kleenex box because there was not a dry eye in the pasture after his announcement.
This was a Bodacious Birthday Bash disguised as a Hash! We also took full advantage of the Beachy/Hawaiian theme as the Hawaiian shirts and leis were out in full force! Even the dogs got into the theme.
Great Aloha spirit for sure.
Luckily it was short. Most likely due to our newest aging hares who didn’t want to fire up their motorized wheelchairs for this hash. So they took it easy on us. Perhaps it was a mere 2 miles….just enough time to marvel at the views of the ocean and to gloat about living with the cool ocean breeze….despite it being 100 degrees inland.
What a delightful evening with the Birthday Hares….Fap and Shallow.This “trail” started off with so many checks that I thought they were advertising for a breakfast cereal.Every 2 blocks there was a check – Does someone have a Obsessive/compulsive disorder?I heard that cold smegma was utterly confused by these checks and found himself down by the river where he literally ran into the hares. Only problem was that he didn’t know who the hares were…..so they escaped unscathed.Bakers D, Rabbit hole, and Dung Fu decided that the magnificently confounding checks were better left to some half minds so they set off on their own “Team Christmas” trail???The rest of us had to make sure our immunizations were up to date…especially for Hepatitis. Meandering over the rail road tracks is not for the faint of heart. With every step there lurks danger. Discarded needles littered the path along with the usual assortment of junkie homeless trash. All the 2 legged and 4 legged creatures had to be extra vigilant.Not easy to step gingerly after all those tasty beers.Moving on, I was told it was supposed to be a 2.25 mile trail but I think they doubled the distance, well just because they can…..and they did.
Along the way, a lazy but resourceful hasher decided a Costco shopping cart was the way to save some miles and thus was forcefully and gleefully pushed along by 2 other wankers.The light at the end of this tunnel of love adventure was the lovely beer check venue, complete with fruit and nuts and other tasty morsels….plus INDOOR plumbing!!At Religion we had not one but TWO namings.Folks gathered the requisite dirt as we crawled along on our little adventure. I discovered that Ms Cat has a fear of vacuums and Just Oscar is trying to live the American dream in his stylish Ben Franklin shiggy socks.These poor plebes answered more embarrassing questions and then were led of so we could decide their fate.According to Puff, who records everything precisely….Just Oscar morphed into Testacoil – although there is some discussion regarding the spelling of this new name.Just Cat will now be known as Bunsen Banger.We had some hearty visitors from San Diego…they are authentic runners. We could use a lesson from them.Cum you will Not passed the 25 hash mark and was given a lovely patch.The non runners and most elegantly dressed were Rat Pussy and Deadliest Snatch. They almost ended up at Ross for a costume change and a new pair of keds.The Birthday Hares totally represented and were thus rewarded by lots of singing and gifts.Happy Beerthday to Shallow Hole and Fap Jack.On On OnCumfartZone
There will, however, certainly NOT be any memorial erected for Trail 912, dBASED or Really Boring Bitch. dBASED likes to create the same fiery furor feeling much like that arising from Moses’ descent from Mount Sinai. After this trail was completed, I felt not furor but fury and the only mount we saw was Mount Herman. There was, however, a considerable amount of descent, closely followed by dissent. Some of those descending descents were of such degrading depths as to have been abandoned by both deer and puma and zip lines have been installed to ease the transportation of humans. I believe both these clowns have fulfilled their haring responsibilities for some time to come.
On on,
Puff’s copy and pasted words by Pussy Wood
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New kids on my cock was supposed to be the experienced hare. Not sure exactly what pearls of wisdom he imparted upon Real Boring Bitch cause it seems that we merely went round and round and had a false trail or two until stumbling onto Beer check at the ocean’s edge. This was the only redeeming factor in an otherwise boring belabored trail.
Our regular Religious Advisors must have been advised in advance as to the deplorable conditions as they did not show up to perform their duties.
On On After turned into CumFart Zone and Vag sitting all by themselves at taqueria vallarta. Everyone else fled to the safety of their homes to disinfectant themselves from all that SHITE!