The time for chalk talk was upon them as Who the Fuck Are You's hash
whore pup made the "mistake" for the second week in a row to lift tail
and leave Brown Eye the opportunity to interpret it as presenting.
Quickly realizing what he had done he smiled, relaxed and then gave his
famous "is it in yet?" look. Unfortunately it was, and Brown Eye walked
away
knowing that he had disappointed his latest partner. Luckily
he is used to it. As the hares departed a beer tossing game took
place as no one was sure where to put the beer or the beer permit
in order to keep both of the sacred devices safe. The trail
took the hashers through the soon to be bull dozed neighborhoods
of tempe. Head(!)ing over walls and
a black hill of construction dirt and probably goat made fertilizer,
the hash came upon a desert trail suspiciously moving toward the
undercarriage of a bridge on "east" priest. Ignoring the severe warnings
of high water currents and no trespassing signs the hounds sniffed
the trail into the crease of the damned. With shiggy up to their
crotch and the minnows inserting into all crevasses many a hasher
spotted on the cum...or was that came on the spot.
Either way it was very pleasurable. What was to be found on the other side of the shig was the greatest wine to ever come out of Wanker County...Boones Farm! Aged for minutes and carbonated (for some reason) the Boones went down like melted Jolly Ranchers. Victor Victoria played the roll of a pre nailed Jesus and was able to make it through the wetness without a drop getting on his shoes.
After UPMS was pleasured by the hares they were off on death march #628.
The hashers nearly escaped certain death from the baby geckos and
bunnies on suicide missions popping out from bush to bush on trail. Once
Bitch N Hoe and Salt Around the Rim pulled up their pants the problem was
immediately extinguished. The end of the march came upon the homeless convention
and the hashers were kind enough to eat watermelon and oranges in front
of them. None of them seemed to care until they found out there was alcohol
in the fruit. As it was starting to look like a scene from the living
dead the hash bolted and left very little fruit behind.
While the group crossed Tempe Town Lake again they saw Luuuger's best
impersonation of Rosie Ruiz. While getting a ride on a golf cart with
his middle finger out, Luuuger was kind enough to scream at the hash to
get their asses moving. The trail sent the hashers over "A" mountain and
on the other side, standing on SIX tracks, Can't cum on Saturday's
asked relentlessly when the MONOrail is going to start running.
The pack finished back at Jaycee park where Out of Order in a
ridiculous competitive behavior, ran passed 2 Boob checks that he claimed
he "didn't see". It was, however, rumored that he waited earlier
for 20 minutes for a package check.
During circle down downs were given for multiple infractions for Luuuger's
Rosie Ruiz impersonation and to French Me Tunnel for winning her age group
in a race before the hash and then showing up and running with the wankers.
Bitch N Hoe was adamant about My Name Is Chuck showing his penis, but he
pussed out and showed his ass instead. As the frigid 75 degree night was
upon us the hash could not take it anymore and went to get a piece.
Brown Eye Girl