On-in,

Puff has recently returned for Sant-o-Barbara’s 17th Analversary festivities. While I cannot speak for our kennel mate Swiss Army Cock who also attended, I feel confident he had as much fun as did I. More on those jokers later. Right now I feel the need to ream the hare, or hares, for Hash 596 in absentia.

At first I was somewhat disappointed the turnout was so pathetically minuscule, eight hounds. Now however, I am glad so many of you chose to drink at home instead of attending. I fear had a larger pack been in attendance, many of the attendees would have sworn off hashing completely after this trail.

As the announcement stated, trail began on Katherine Lane, a dead end street in the northwest corner of the secluded Santa Cruz Gardens area. TIMMY read a note from the hare(s) directing him to read the contents to the pack at 6:48 which was to be on-out time. Since the hare(s) was long gone, how would they know when we actually left? More importantly, what the hell would they care?!? He/she or they were sitting at home sipping their drinks and laughing about what a mess they’d left behind for the pack to try and negotiate. TIMMY was instructed to read the note as the hares(s) knew Banana is not capable of reading for long without losing interest and words of more that two syllables are beyond his capabilities.

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