Hash Run Number 42.5
HARES Head First and Mystery Meat
Hounds

Skinny Bitch,
Noah in the Cool Shirt,
Big Shitter,
WildMan,
The Sickle Family (Twat and Cock),
Wed Ring,
Flaming Fart,
that funny Young Guy with a Hash Name I Forget who always Finds Trail

and Lord StinkFinger

If you have two objects hashing m 1 (HeadFirst) and m 2 (Mystery Meat) at a distance d, then these two objects will lay trail with each other with a force F (Number of Beers) given in this formula. G is the gravitational IQ on that night of the hares. It equals approximately 6.67*10-11Nm2kg-2. This formula determines the destiny of our Trail (i.e., whether it will expand forever or whether it will ultimately collapse in a Big Crunch after having originated in the Big Bang).

That said....this conversation with Stinky .....gggggrrre grree Big Fucken Hill ggggrre ggrrre greee gggggg rrrfffggg ......really cold..........gggggr grrr fgrrre slow the F8k Down gggggrrrr

grree gggreee Fuc**** Burger King gggreee That was fun.

WildDude all frozen and stiff roamed and led us to 99w where cars sped by and up over I5 toward the trails of PCC. That young guy whom I cant remember his name found trail on the west end of campus and toward a beer near where beer wasn't so near....Noah in his cool shirt found the beer. We imbided and sped forward on this windy cold night (thats part of the reason the rest of the hashing world stayed home (Poofsters),,and then Skinny Bitch led us down a hilly subdivision...

Flaming Fart tripped upon an arrow.......that pointed us toward the ONIN....But us half minds and the Dimness of the hares led us to find their flour bags so we set trail toward warmth... For some reason we hashed back to open field and where greeted by some fine delicacy....

Burger King.....It was good and the beer had no choice but to be cold.....

What can I say it was cold as hell and we did not linger.

Happy Trails

Big Shitter