Death March

paraphrase of a poem by Lt. Henry G. Lee...A Soldier Poet.

"So you are wet. The easy checks contain
No sense of direction, decent beer check and punch
Thus O, Stinky, Mary Lou, combine to drain
All beer check beer from our trails. The endless trail,
The brutal rain, anesthetize the mind.
I can not mourn you now. I shoot my load,
Pabst Snear suffering uphill moves. I leave behind
Only another cup, of puchless punch I am drunk."


Death march
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For the use of this term in the software development industry, see death march (software development).
In Hashing history, a death march was a march or excursion in extremely harsh conditions with disregard to life and health of marchers, who were usually hashers, and often resulted in numerous drunken accidents , hence the name.
Initially the term was used by hashers and then by those lost on trail to refer to the forcible movement in the winter of 2004-5 by Muddy Balls of thousands of hashers, mostly drunk, from respectable Hospital Parking Lots near the advancing Head First and Silent But Deadly front to camps outside The MoreCum Shelter, see the "Lawn Chair Larry" article for details.
Later the term has been applied to similar events in other places. The idea behind the marches was to force Gyn Nasty and Tool Box to walk, in the cold rain, with beer, punch and an enlightened out look on life; those who couldn't keep up were often drunk.

Since I am headed no where on this write up I will end with a poem

There once was a lady named shamoomoo,
Who as the result of a big boo boo,
Consented to lay
the hash on this day
and Mystery Meat didnt know

that down hills are for wanks
check hangers and skanks
i'll put them to test
take em to Council Crest
and give then burritos -Thanks

Inanely submitted
Big shitter