It is what it is.

Hares -Slut Machine and Would Kill Hunting

Some nights are a little more perfect than others. I have not hashed in awhile and I had lost touch a bit with the rush to to get home from the W thing throw a bunch of clothes in the bag and rush off to the hash with the floppy eared Beagle in my driver side seat. The look in her eyes only said -Its a perfect night to hash.....

The hash bar on Alberta was filled with hashers a plenty enjoying inexpensive Micros as 7 dogs awaited out side for the hares to be off. In the recurring words of Flaming Fart it really was a perfect night to hash. It was a sparkling night in the Alberta district as Christmas lights twinkled and the sky did the same. It was a simple trail -so simple Blast Rag and Pabst Smear stayed in bar and drank some more. Murphy the Dog led the way following smatterings and blobs left by her owner. The slut was laying tonight....what a Machine. One of the easiest lays in along time.

The beer check had a drink that consisted of Vodka, Yoo Hoo and Malt. Village Idiot filled him self with holiday cheer as the seven dogs a baying hashed on Blitzen and Donner like. Wild Man was in a jocular mood liking the semi hard checks and Stinky Stumbled and mumbled.....In Haiku.

Poop Deck check hanging
While Nice Snatch searches down
Back Alley False Trails

The night turns colder
As Hash God snarls in shorts
A Brew Pub is Near

The Pub at the end was just that....Nice frosty beers, short religion and dogs running amok.
A simple perfect evening.


K.I.S.S
Keep it Simple Slut....

Honor