Location -SellWood
Dream Number Sixty Nine
Has anybody ever had a dream where you wake up in the back yard of your ex-wife drinking a can of Busch and your dog ends up in her swimming pool. Sounds like a bad country record. Let me play it back wards for you.
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On The Beach We get to the end of the run and we have 8 dogs and a potful of the best hungarian sausages in the world. A true recipe for a disaster. Mystery Meat and OOO lit a real nice fire and ScoobieSnatch goes to get her first beer and discovers that we were missing a part to the keg. And then the night took another u- turn as Krotchna came flying over the hill yelling hide the Keg. To make a short story long, the Forest Rangers told us we could not have a fire on the beach and a long negotiation followed. Sniffilus convinced the powers to be that we would be civil and it was a beautiful night on the River. Mary Kay Lay Turn On- led religion on this night. Somebody got named Edipous Complex, and did a wonderful riverside down down. A boatload of tourists sailed by on the SternWheeler enjoying this serene evening. They got to see 33 bare butts.
Then Stinkfinger and Wet spots made it in.
The Hash It Self- We had 4 virgins and for some reason they led the way. A tricky fence crossing that snagged Tool Box and Crack Up. The trail headed up out of the Nature Refuge to same hashers house with a swimming pool. That was the easy part. True trail then headed over to East Moreland and most of us knew we were headed to to the over pass but still in are half mindedness we traversed a creek, some moon rocks a speeding locomotive and made it to the beer check.
Beer Cheque- The stitch and bich were non existent today but Cum Magnet had the perfect opportunity to short cut but she blew that. Calm Dude handed out muses and we lost Hot Tub Christy (I always gorget her hash name)
More Churches -The gathering of the Crazy Old Bats Club gathered at a Presbeterian church over in Sellwood and of course the trail went by the old bats club. (Of course the old bat in the woods from a few weeks ago was there as was the dead guy on trail and the bastard who set the phantom check last week. They all rushed out of their churches and yelled at the Happy Hashers ...THIS IS PRIVATE PROPERTY. Some avoided conflict (mostly the mutts on trail) and others took the devine intervention short cut. Dot-Cum, Flaming Fart and Hot Buns while yelling screw you and on on.
We all gathered in hippy clothes in the parking lot under the Sellwood Bridge on another perfect day to hash. Do you realize Oregon State is 4 and 0 when they play on in the CWS on Monday. It was 8 -1 by the time the game started.
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