This week I have absolutely nothing special planned for you. This is not completely due to the fact you are undeserving but more a direct result of the dreary hare-pair we were saddled with November tenth. The next day, Veterans Day, took on a new meaning to those of us that survived this fiasco. Allow me to elaborate.
We assembled our traveling kennel at venerable Windjammer in the Rancho del Mar shopping center in Aptos. That should tell you a lot about what the hares had in store for us. When you know your trail is substandard, always make the pack travel a long way from Santa Cruz. After making the jaunt this far from town, one may as well stay and do trail no matter how bad it is.
Accuprick delivered Instructions of Trail. Every time Accuprick hares, the great trail he promises manifests itself in a mirror-like symmetry as the exact opposite. As Accuprick talked, I noticed co-hare TIMMY in the background trying to contain an outbreak of uncontrolled laughter. Accu made a casual gesture indicating trail would on-right from the Windjammer and then both hares disappeared. As I looked around during IoT, I noticed Thmp-Thmp squinting trying to understand what he was being told. I’ve never understood why he thinks narrowing his eyes will improve his comprehension. I eavesdropped on a conversation Vince Lamblowme was having. Vince, as many of you know, is Surf City’s resident inventor. He was speaking with Butt Balls wondering if he would have any interest in playing investment entrepreneur and bank Vince with any of his inventions. Here is an annotated list of what Vince has done for his fellow humans lately: a solar powered tanning booth, a wind powered fan, a cordless extension cord and a smoke detector with a built-in snooze button. Butt Balls was speechless. He did, however, decline Vince’s partnership offer. Fifteen minutes later, Banana Basher made the pack disappear from the bar and introductions were made. Continue reading Hash 604-Quote Princess Di(arrhea):This trail was tragical!