Birds, Bees and Ikea
Hash 74 -Hare Magic Merkin Ride
Location -Marine Drive
Weather -Blonde with Blue Eyes

31 dimwits gathered on a dangerous pullout on Marina Drive and as the pre-ordained start time there was no hare in sight. Apparently MMR, went into IKEA to tell the IKEAn's we were going to be throwing flower (thats how he pronounced it) in the parking lot and please don't be douche bags and call the police on us....The staff at IKEA just responded with "We don't get paid enough to give a poop...What ever and finally a "Cool"'' Merkin arrived at 6:52 brandishing an Alan wrench, got out of his shopping cart and headed into this industrial waste land. Alley Kat led the pack over to a check on Marine drive and all traffic stopped as we took our time finding trail. Pole Dancer found true trail through sticker bushes as we headed toward the slough....

Merkin found more rasberry bushes and Just Jeremy (almost named tonight) and Just Megan bushwacked us toward raging Airport Drive toward another patch of nasty nettle and crack needles and a god damn wasp nest that nibbled on a hasher or two....16 ounce Miller Pounders were served the beer check which suddenly silenced Frigid Holes constant Bitching and then Pooperoni led is down a nifty trail on the slough and on the horizon sat IKEA....

Sightings and Oddities

• Tinker Bell was on Time


• Pabst Smear had a bit of rad rage at the start.


• Little Shit had a thorn removed from her foot.


• Name Whore visited us from the homeland (Hawaii)
  
• Bees suck.

And nothing really happened, as Name Whore and Granny Panties frolicked by bored underpaid IKEA employees oblivious to the IKEA/hashing national firestorm. We then hashed on the on ramps of 205 and over a barbed wire Fence and a bunch of nasty shiggy as Just Shit and Tool box lagged far behind and looking rathing hagard yet zesty end on under a full moon on a perfect evening.

Religion was led by Knicker Dicker

Hares did a down down as did the Virgins

and those stung by bees...

just Jeremy almost got named

Hoagies and Mayonaise were consumed.

The Moon rose quietly slowly

as a gentle breeze

cooled the evening.

and sadly ruefully

we ran out of beer.