Hares StinkFinger & O -
Start -End of the Oregon Trail
Weather -Perfect for Hashing
12 Hounds made the trip to the End of The Oregon Trail where directions were somewhat sketchy. The trip was worth it.
The cosmos were not aligned correctly at the start. Oh was swigging whiskey from the bottle and we could understand Stinky perfectly. At exactly 6:50 the hares spontaneoulsy combusted. They where no where to be found. Agains Pabst Smear's ardent objections the pack was off in many directions.
We had two Kahuna/ State of Oregon complete virgins and they were great to be around. I am just going to refer to them as Adam Duritz and that Hot Chick as they had certain things they had to do before leaving for the UK. And one of them was to hash in Oregon. (I am not making this up). Anyway, they found trail by the Amtrac station and we literally took 30 minutes to hash the first 5.4 checks. Flour was spotty and the night was darker than Guiness washed down with chocolate cake. Coitus and Tool Box led us to the whiskey check and we were faced with an enigma. What do we mix it with as none of us wanted to drink it straight. Like his true Super Hero self Pabst Smear went to the McDonalds to get us some Coke. The boy at the counter asked Mr. Smear if that was for here or to Go?. We are still a bit stimped by that one.
We encountered a second whiskey check another 121 yards down the road. Flaming Fart (F squared), then led us through the cowtown known as Oregon City and Mr Oh hanging out on some street corner telling us to head over the River toward the final resting spot under the I205 bridge in West Linn.
WildMan seemingly went up in flames, if any can confirm he is still on the planet please notify police. Frigid Hole won the hash and led us to a Flaming Fire along with Flaming Fart.
Start -End of the Oregon Trail
Weather -Perfect for Hashing
12 Hounds made the trip to the End of The Oregon Trail where directions were somewhat sketchy. The trip was worth it.
The cosmos were not aligned correctly at the start. Oh was swigging whiskey from the bottle and we could understand Stinky perfectly. At exactly 6:50 the hares spontaneoulsy combusted. They where no where to be found. Agains Pabst Smear's ardent objections the pack was off in many directions.
We had two Kahuna/ State of Oregon complete virgins and they were great to be around. I am just going to refer to them as Adam Duritz and that Hot Chick as they had certain things they had to do before leaving for the UK. And one of them was to hash in Oregon. (I am not making this up). Anyway, they found trail by the Amtrac station and we literally took 30 minutes to hash the first 5.4 checks. Flour was spotty and the night was darker than Guiness washed down with chocolate cake. Coitus and Tool Box led us to the whiskey check and we were faced with an enigma. What do we mix it with as none of us wanted to drink it straight. Like his true Super Hero self Pabst Smear went to the McDonalds to get us some Coke. The boy at the counter asked Mr. Smear if that was for here or to Go?. We are still a bit stimped by that one.
We encountered a second whiskey check another 121 yards down the road. Flaming Fart (F squared), then led us through the cowtown known as Oregon City and Mr Oh hanging out on some street corner telling us to head over the River toward the final resting spot under the I205 bridge in West Linn.
WildMan seemingly went up in flames, if any can confirm he is still on the planet please notify police. Frigid Hole won the hash and led us to a Flaming Fire along with Flaming Fart.
Religion was Epic.
StinkFinger did some old classic hash songs.... My girlfriend is a vegetable.
Adam Duritz attempted to swim across the River. (Not a good Idea)
Gym Nasty Talked him out of It.
There was a roaring fire
Stars in the Sky
Dead Guy Ale
Chicken with Only a Little Grease
THC fit right in
Frigid Hole suggested Naked Fire Jumpings
that story for anoither day
Very Shitty Pre Coital Run
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Next week - Coitus -in SouthWest
Tersely submitted
Big Sh.
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