The bright beautiful lights guided the hash to the "way too upscale for hashers" El Dorado Casino, Fine Dining, Lounge, and Bar of Snottsdale. The red carpet was rolled out and the hash was thrust upon the magnificence of the facility. With beauty inspiring awe the hash noticed that the casino had been removed, the fine dining was only hamburgers, the cooks were half in the BBAG, and the kitchen, like a lazy dyke in a threesome with a guy involved, closed after it was 8. The lounge had been given to the rats to eat, HOWEVER, the bar was still in tack (kind of) and the beer taps still worked so the hash was happy.

Chalk talk was featured by a birthday wish to a Luuuger and a tiara was presented for the birthday queen to wear throughout the hash. The hare was chosen in a lazy "pick a number between 1 and 69" fashion. Shockingly, the winning number was 69 and no one saw it cumming. The hares were chosen and were sent off.

The lone walking humper (Bitch 'N Hoe) took off first and the rest of the hash followed soon after. Through the dog filled allies and desolate roads the hashers ran. It didn't take long before the hashers started playing ball tag. Some were tea bagged and others were just tagged but eventually the balls were no longer fun to play with and were kicked to the curb.

The trail continued to an alley where Bitch 'N Hoe was sucked and fucked into a black hole. While trying to save her own life she lost a liter of blood and the chivalries of the male hashers included an "are you all right" as they ran by, not even looking at her. The trail took an even worse turn when the hounds ran upon a check worthy of Falsaro...nothing. ..anywhere.

After the hour of confusion the hash backtracked and found a second trail after the previous check. The smell of urine and italian food let the hash know that they were on the right trail. Following the brightest burned out light in Scottsdale the hash came upon the on-in.

A Luuuger celebration ensued with pumpkin wine and a mint cake. The two flavors went together just as you would have expected. Happy Birthday Fuck You!! was sung and opened the door for a smooth transition into Karaoke. By smooth I mean Luuuger bitching about it not starting on time and trying to get the now smashed cooks back in the bar so he could have his rare hamburger. In retrospect the Karaoke person may have been better off staying in her home. Luuuger sang a wonderful "choke" song, and the bloody Bitch 'N Hoe twanged her way into all the men's hearts, and Brown Eye ran away in fear of another serenade of his song. The hash left to rest up for the Rocky Point Orgasms.

Brown Eye Girl