The hash convened on a cool sidewalk outside of a dining establishment that made them all feel like they had just happened upon an Italian accented large city in the upper north east. The feeling was confirmed as a sign informing passersby how to aquire a great blow job was written in pre-cum on the wall of the restaurant. The phone number looked familiar to many of the hash as they were convinced they had seen it on a mountain somewhere before. The Harriett that most of the hash had suspected the phone number belonged to showed up expressing that she was late. Every hound had a very nervous look on their face. The hares were chosen by every hasher telling the rest of the hash what they were thankful for. B-flat expressed that she was thankful for hares, thus she became the hare and chose, Bush Straddler to co-hare (for perhaps one of the last times for at least a year). The hares took off down the residential streets armed with 20 sticks of chalk and enough flower to make on half of a mini cupcake. The trail (somehow) took the hash through the park to a boob check where the mean harrietts would not play nice and also could not find trail. Finally, from the boob check, the hounds found trail marked on the wall of the alley. Trail continued out of the alley, through the streets, and on to a check heading into a dark alley where the hares could not have laid trail due to the lack of flower. Brown Eye was in the process of insulting the hares as he saw them in the shadows overhearing every word. Bad things happened then...very bad things. No one even knew why Bush would bring such a thing on trail, but it went in pretty deep.

Brown Eye chose My Name Is Chuck as a co-hare and they were off for at least 2 minutes before the Hounds were released. Using flower in a very conservative fashion through the alley the hares whipped around and took the hash back in the exact same direction on the other side of the wall. The trail turned into an "on over" hash as every wall that could be seen was marked with an on over to the delight of a select few harrietts. Those that chose not to go on over were greeted with another mile run trying to find their way back to trail. Hash ended with an illegal 2 check bad trail that very few hounds saw due to their dying desire to find the nearest New York happy hour. The hounds got their wish with clit asking for money for her pussies and bitches and a choice to be serenaded by Bitch N Hoe or the hair table.

The hash left to get a piece...unfortunate ly none were given

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