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Hash 66 -Hares El Machino Slut- Right on Ida Right on Central

We where standing in the Sluts backyard and some dude was heard on his cell phone saying I am at some Alternative Portland Event. That was Adam whom hashed with us.....Go figure. I think Gym Nasty and I listened to that cell phone conversation....
The slut was off on some NOPO cluster check rampage at 6:51 and we followed her at 7:03 like we on Monday night hashes usually do......We headed across the Fred Meyer to a predictable cluster fuck cheque. and Calm Dude headed us down a Cluster Fuck false trail in the Industrial railroad ClusterDump as dumb shit O looked for trail on Willamette.. On a bike....Dumb shit couldn't find trail.....so led by Just Chelan and Silent Butt (sic) Deadly led us back on trail via anther ClusterCheck that nobody who could dangle a participle could decipher-and then we ended up on the front porch for a beer cheque cluster fuck drinking of Ice Cold But (sic) Weisers and Lion Queen roared....lets hash.
27 hashers where then seen rambling around the railroad tracks as Alternative Adam, Just Shit and Lucy the Dog led a short cut over toward Pier Park Pool -only to be horn swaggled toward a check by the school where we drank

Blast Rag Punch (here is the recipe)

• Vodka
  Sugar
  Squeeze remnants from recent Blast Rags
  Ice.

That stuff was sweet. Lolly Pop Sweet, Well this sweetness fueled the Doppelbanger. She jacked it off a bit and shifted into five minute mile mode and loudly claimed I want some Religion

and guess what she led religion.

Down Downs to Lots of People including Katoy who turned 77 yesterday. A seconf beer run was made as I was leaving at 948.

Shitty Shitty hash....I had such low expectations for the night as all I wanted to do was run through UP and have a three way with some of the lady soccer players. Tonights trail was over tricky at first but once fueled by Blast Rag Punch. It was fantstic.

On a side note.....

In the final days of his imploding candidacy, John McCain has taken a page out of Richard Nixon's play book, finding increasingly bizarre explanations for his political failures. Strangest of all: He reportedly feels his handlers forced him to wear "gay sweaters."
According to one insider, the knit-picking was the crescendo of a tirade by the Arizona senator, in which he blistered aides about the minutiae of the campaign. While many septuagenarians live in a perpetual state of sweater weather, McCain reportedly declared his frustration with being told to don the perceived homosexual outerwear in order to look younger and more approachable.