Granny Panties RA for Life

I'll start at the end. Granny Panties did the best religion of all time. Down Downs for the Hare.

A ranting from somebody (an excerpt)

GP is an icon in the hash who always has nothing to say about a trail, a Hare or a member of Mis-Management. Despite begging to do religion in the past he appears to be too such a showboat to put himself on the front-line so he just waxes poetic about everyone else. What kind of name is Granny Panties and what exactly are granny Panties.

I digress

It was a dark and stormy night on the Plains of the Rose City and Blast Rag led the masses toward Rose City golf course. With a snarl on her face raced ahead boldly where no bimbo fear to tread. A nasty Ivy laden diversion was conquered by constantly lost Josh and O and his Calvery of bike led us to the beer check where we were greeted by.

Bartles and James -Rasberry and Margarita shooters for the masses. Flaming Fart was on his fourth as the pedestrian slow pokes made their way to the beer check. Hobb's beer was consumed by a few. A crew of malty cummingness half enjoyed by "dot.cum". She let it slide down her chin and we were headed to the Blowing Alley on 82nd.

Hydro-Licks fell into the Booby trap on 82nd and we soon headed satiated toward the golf course again. Cankle Sore got caught on a fence and Tinker Bell carried Canines straddling the fence as we headed over toward Tabor..

Turkey Eagle Split -well the Eagle split went up the Banfield. Pabst Smear was tempted, luckily the B & J had warn off by then. Tool Box, Nasty and God led the back of the packers into the out door on in.

Hydro Licks literally tore into the ding dongs and we had some foofy food and the kegs was broken so we resorted to dipping a pathetic didintegrating paper cup deep into the bowels of the beer. There was much rejoicing.

Notes from the Hares
Lois Lame- Alls I did was set the false trail and get bossed around by the slut. Its nice to see Lois Lame at the Monday Night Hash.
Slut Machine - having set her 11th run in the past nice weeks she goes through trails like a slut goes through condoms. Nice job...

Other Observations

Enigma Meat- a true enigma to meet. Only ever seen at beer checks....
Skinny Bitch - he has to be the sanest hasher I have ever seen. But thats a pretty low bar. He could be lost on trail attacked by bears with honey on his balls and still there is nothing to worry about.
Calm Dude - whats with all the drama. He came he hashed and we kept him on a leash.
StinkFinger - clandestine check hanging tonight.

Tonight was an eighties theme and no body picked up on that.

The 1980s refers to the years from 1980 to 1989. Particularly in the United Kingdom and USA, this decade is often referred to as "the Greed decade", reflecting the economic and social climate of the period. During this time the word "yuppie" entered the lexicon in the United States and UK, referring to the well-publicized rise of a new middle class. College graduates in their late 20s, early 30s were entering the workplace in prestigious office professions, holding more purchasing power with which they purchased trendy, luxurious goods. The decade witnessed a religious revival and the rise of conservatism, which began with a backlash against disco music late in 1979.

And - Hydrolicks was in Diapers, Marvin the dog wasn't and Magic Merkin Ride was playing with blocks setting little hash trails with his disco Gi-Joes and Mt. St Helens lost its Virginity.

Next week we look forward to trail set by Alley Cat. Should be a joy ride..

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