On Sec -Flaming Fart

Hares: Frigid Hole and Big Shitter

Trail: Classic urban park, streets and a little shiggy

It was a perfect day to hash, right up there in the top ten. It might have been better if it had kept raining, but instead the clouds eased up and made the hash just a little less perfect. What is the most perfect day to hash you ask? That is a matter of debate, but it probably involves an earthquake, frogs falling from the sky, dogs and cats having sex, and floods of biblical proportions. And an alien invasion probably.

Speaking of which, the Kahuna hash had what seemed like a virgin alien invasion. There was a lighted, glowing disk floating about, multiple virgin bimbos and wanks with a suspicious amount of energy and a claim to have found out about the hash from something called “work”. The apparent leader said he made himself come as well. Quite likely code from the mothership, but easy to see through since every hasher has never heard of the “w” thing and our easy access to bimbos and wanks have never had to make ourselves come ever. They were harmless enough, and we can’t remember a single name besides possibly “Klaatu”.

Ahh, the debut of Frigid Hole. A shitty trail was laid, and her efforts to escape removal of her shorts so we could see those cute striped undies were successful. Next time! Big Shitter, what can one say? If something is going to be laid, even if it is a trail, he’ll be there!

The usual crowd of malcontents and hooligans were at the beginning of the hash… lets see, since this is a whole two days later and memories fade as each beer goes down a semi-partial list is : Goodwill Cunting, DBI, Gym Nasty, Red Light Special, Slut Machine, Little Shitter, Murphy, Chum Guzzler, Rectal Rooter (who has possibly had that grin on his face since birth), Stinkfinger, Wet Spots graced us with her presence, and of course little miss Toolbox. There were more people of various sizes and shapes, apologies if you wanted to see your name on the most widely read blog ever, but the beer haze is growing ever thicker….

After a meander through upper and lower MaCleay park and terrorizing the fine folks in their fine houses around there, and collecting shoes for some reason (not entirely apparent to this author, though it might have had something to do with bikinis and bimbos) , we ended up at the on-in and had some pretty decent food and beer. Red Light Special conducted our religious ceremony, no boobs were seen (again) unless you count Katoy Toy’s, and that’s gonna give anybody religion.

Another perfect night of hashing.

On On!