Run One Hundred and 32
Hares Horses Ass And Just Jason
ParkRose - The Wooden Chicken

A guy sits at the Wooden Chicken and suddenly his wife hits him with a frying pan in the

head...
- What was that for?!
- What’s with the name Laura Jonson, in this ticket?
- Oh, this is a horse’s name from the horse riding contests. I bet on him. The bimbo leaves peacefully... Next day, she hits him again, but this time even harder.
- What was that for?
- Your horse just called you!

Yes the Horses Ass was called to set trail tonight....and some more trail and even some more trail. And Gus the Bus hates long trails. But it was another perfect night to hash and we all gathered in some sultry industrial dearth as we followed trail and the scent of a Horses ASS to a beer check in an Industrial complex. Gus the Bus exhaled and thought to himself ...good we are halfway done. Gus the Bus couldn't have been farther from truth....

As we ran we heard Tool Box and Magjc Merkin Ride (He lives) yell to MILF (the hares MOM) how she had failed as a parent to teach the boy to lay something short. Pack son headed though some nice shiggy on the slough and over to another beer check.

The beauty of East County/Gresham was stunning. The aroma was pure Horses Ass. We all stumbled in the final few miles in a steady drizzle.

The trail was longer than most, but it was a well set trail and we were rewarded with some great hospitality from the host Bar....Pasta and MeatBalls for those who wanted it, the Phillies on the Tube and our signature short religion....

This is where Horses Ass's mom MILF got renamed GILF. Only at hash is it recognized that there are GrandMothers that some would Like to, Phuck but I digress.

Kudos JJ and Horses Ass...Well marked trail with a killer bar to settle into...

Run One Hundred and 31
Snotty Balls and Got Man Milk
Mall 205 area

About 30 half minded McCain fans gathered at the Boss Hoggs in East Portland. The trail was a classic clusterphuck with a beer check at the Snotty Estate...It was nice to see that HydroLicks had participation in her eyes,. The trail was so easy to follow that we barely paid attention... Blast Rag led the pack to a beer check near Mall 205. A rather rousing beer check was attended by all and we soon sauntered into the On-In.

As did the police, who reported and recorded a pack of 29 people chasing a man on a bicycle...(That was O) ....Of course this was on the heels of our previous days brush with the law. Dumb Ass policeman who took 3 hours to figure out we were handing out beer at the Portland "M" thing.

The life of a hasher. Skirting the law, chasing skirts and shortcutting where possible.