Two state hash. Pocket Pussy and Tramvestight won't lead you astray!

Start: Bradley's Bar & Grill 11995 N Center Ave, Portland @ Jantzen Beach near the McDonald's Tel: (503) 289-6090
How often can you say you hashed in two states in one night?

Who would have thunk it. There are 1000 of bars in the LaPlaya De Jantzen.  Apparently the Rednecks up in the Couv Cum over here and play some form of the lottery.

Bradley's lets face it is in Bum F*** Egypt and we were expecting a small crowd but the who is who of Monday night hashing was here tonight.  Chester Fuster Cluck got costume of the night for dressing like some one from the Couv, Hydro-licks got Anal Retentive Bimbo of the Night for finding the one non invisible beer check despite participation in both eyes.

This trail was truly one big Dick of a hash.  We started out on the left ball as DoubleMint Cum caressed the first real check by Target. As we circled the left ball Mystery Meats buddy went down three times only to cum out right next to Tool Box who was going under I5 and toward the right ball by the beer check. (Theres a map above). Deep Throat headed around the right ball and headed toward the base of the Penis where we found Head First with a smirk on his face the size of Texas.

Beers and Schnapps were enjoyed by all at the beer check as we stood in a Smegma field below I5. Rear Entry led the masses on the in & out part of the trail into the state of Washington as we crossed the ever treacherous Columbia River penis part of the trail. A beer check was apparently set  but could not be found as we penetrated every bush possible much to Mud Butts chagrin.  We pretty much shot our load there in the bushes as Down Town led out us of the Couv and much heavy petting ensued. Cream Jeans was  just this and his little dog too. Master dating in two states and finally time for the climatic thrusting on in.

Tool Box and Comes Prepared had a post (semi coital) Bush light as they entered our Honky-Tonk Bar of the night. It was such a lottery and NasCar kind of bar.  So when Rome do as the locals do. Quaph bad beer and eat Or-Ida  French Fries.

Religion was Done expertly by Snotty Balls.  Mystery Meat did a large proportion of those.  Pabst Smear and Blast Rag received down downs for the end of fellatio. 

So on a dark and stormy night we acted liked dicks, ran a trail shaped like one and it is what is. Monday might quirkiness enjoyed by all. Honour to the layers of the dick trail. Pocket Pussy and TramVestTight (or something close to that) you may be a joy to your Mothers.

Butt.