Run 78 I think--Hares Audry Rugburn and Magic Merkin Ride
Location - Mount Tabor Park

It was a night that was suddenly darker than we have remembered as autumn had blind sided us, suddenly quietly the roar of the city was just as quiet as the the gentle rain that that fell on our shoulders. Ms. Rugburn's head lamp was a beacon bastion fastened to her head as we could only see the light of the head lamp and barely noticed the pristine pretty snarl on her face as she ventured out on her virgin lay. Her co hare for the day was MMR whom had an expression on his face that looked more like a deer in the headlights which foreshadowed an epic cluster Phuck up on the Volcano known as Tabor.

The hares were off in the twilight and the 22 hounds were left on the summit to wait for an unbearable ten minutes with the tawdry premise of removing the pants of the fore mentioned co hares. At seven oclock sharp the band of half minds headed toward a series of ribald checks as beagles, bimbos and wankers solved somewhat conundrum like checks on the north side of Tabor only to be confronted by a wild wicked foray down a slippery slope on the hill where by Tool Box and Monday night God slid down the hill , soiling panties from the outside as StinkFinger clung to every nubile tree flinging them back in the face of wild eyed check hanging bastard. The night took on an autumnal feel as we headed to a benign beer check over on 78th street and waiting there lurking in a plastic bag was a wild Malt Lick her (sic) that we read as Camel Toe Lager....

Camel Toe Lager sat at the beer check lurking smelling like whiskey and naive semi virgin Bi-Polar opened the explosive beer check bag finding the magical beer of gods. Camel Toe Lager. Newbies from Tulsa, Oklahoma (camel Toe Lager made me forget their names but i recall them as Doc Snotty Balls and Got Man Milk) took a sip of the magical brew at the beer check and passed it around. On the opposite end of the spectrum Pabst Smear and Blast Rag were drinking a fasting mix of (Lemons, Honey and Sperm) adding to the utter free love do what you feel like doing on Monday Night kind of thing..

Skinny Bitch stumbled sheepishly away from the beer check in the wrong direction and we all somehow stumbled up Mt. Volcano to end where we started more by accident as trail was amply marked, but some how we were under the spell of Camel Toe Lager....

Religion was just that, pure fire and brimstone as in our tradition Dr. Snotty Balls led religion. and another fine job turned in by a wild eyed new comer to the the quirky Monday Night Hash.

Thats hashing on Mondays, low keyed, with a sense of all hell could break out if we would let it. Miss Rug Burns and Mr. Magic Rides set a classical shitty trail, that few would have the kahunas to set. A trail that was an invitation to be caught, never ever getting too far away from the golden nectar . Very shitty.

And everybody got laid later...

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