Hash run 9 squared. Hares Alley Cat and Clam Dude -Weather perfect Hounds 26.

Miss Alley Cat had that certain look in her eyes.....wide eyed and almost scared for her Virgin lay. Luckily she brought reinforcements as she was dressed in two pairs of shorts and under wear that read "Let me Lay the Trail" just in case she got caught. And with co hare Dr. Ama who knows interstate off ramps better than most this was a set up for the cluster Phuck of the century.

But in the words of Sponge Bobs buddy Patrick and Flaming Fart, today was the perfect day to hash. A Sparkling star lit and moon lit sky greeted the Monday night crew. We expected a circle jerk at the beginning and we got a huge dose of it with a false trail up a stairs on Broadway. Hot Buns finally found true trail heading back to where we started and then we ran along trails on I5 (who knew they existed) and the Tulsa Trans Plants (Doc Snotty Balls and Got Man Milk) found true trail while begging for a beer check. Some banal checks and a few hair razing interstate crossings killed absolutely nobody, led us down to a beer check by the river, albeit a toxic glowing mass of land that may keep all participants glowing for awhile...

Kahuna's Odd Beer Checks www.kobc.com continued its weekly demise into oddness as we drank PBR's while standing on a toxic waste site while a beautiful almost full moon glistened the river and Wet Spots deduced this was was virgin territory. Honor.

The trail back went through a nasty hole in the fence where COITUS kindly lifted every canine and bitch through. And where exactly was O the man on the bike who is supposed to help checking-no where to be found, A true metaphorical yellow bike but we sauntered in the warm moon light ending in a field next to Suki's.

Where we found our Virgin Hare. Little Miss Alley Cat swaddled in her blanket exhausted from her laying experience. A cooler full of PBR's greeted the masses and the Monday crew settled into Down Downs with vigor. RA for the night was Tool Box I wish I could remember the virgins name as because nobody made him cum. He did it on his own. Food was a virtual thanksgiving dinner and then a few of us settled back into Suki's for some rather salty banter.

All in All a great trail on over laid real estate.

• Skinny Bitch and Lion Queen somehow got over confident and there fore lost.
• Mystery Meat and Blast Rag narrowly missed getting pancaked on the perilous Naito parkway crossing
  
• Good Boulder climbing down by the River.
  

My guess this trail was 80 percent Alley Cat with Clam Dude just taking orders. What ever the recipe it worked. Shitty evening.

Next week we have God setting trail up in SouthWest. The weather gods have been nice to the Kahunas. Keep the mojo going.