If you were red neck enough to cum.

EAT ME TOO -CANKEL SORE Hashing in the Couv....

Week Night Hashing in VanTucky. You know you are a red neck hasher

I really can not do a write up from Van Tucky without breaking into a cheap red neck joke...

Ba Ba Black Sheep (the photo above is from Eat Me Twos -Red Neck Hot Tub)


On the three hour ride to the hash Jeremy pulled over the car by the side of the road and showed "O" where he'd first had sex.

"It was right down there by that tree. I remember the day plainly. It was a warm summer day.

The bimbo and I were so much in love. We walked down to the tree and made love for hours," Jeremy recalled.

"That sounds wonderful," said O. "Yes. It was okay until I looked up and noticed her mother was standing right there watching us."

"Oh my God! What did her mother say when she saw you making love to her daughter?"

"Baaaaa..."

Blast Rag, Mystery Meat, and Killer led the masses toward the smell of oil refineries. The ground smelled of old condoms, the air was that of sulfer and expensive petroleum. Its was not a pretty night. Pabst Smear found a beer check filled with yellow Miller cans and absolutely nothing happened at the beer check. We took in the smells of the night and Tinkerbell led us into the a train yard that just reeked of train -smelt. A flaming fart might set this place on fire. A perfect day to hash.

We searched for true trail as locomotives buckled in anger and somehow led by Tool Box we emerged from the the industrial madness only to be thrust into Van Tucky. The next check was by a sofa on a porch, the next by a car in the yard, the next by a working wash machine in the side yard, the next by a moonshine rig in a park and the final beer check by Tonya Hardings house on 25th street.

But the trail was perfect on this night. Suddenly we were all in Eat Me's back yard with a nice raging fire and honor to Eat Me.

Read about a murder that happened hours later at one of the houses we passed...Really.

A five star honor (*****) to the hasher with the chutzpah to set such a trail inan area we would never see on Monday and she et 14 hashers smelling of petroleum into her house. Lots of beer ......and jocularity.

J-Squared led his first religion with the perfect Van-Tucky accent.

Well it was a surreal night. The hares took two cars off the cinder blocks in the yard and drove us back to our cars.. On the rims..And we all came back to the only house in the Couv without a sofa on the porch, and stood around the beer on the porch scrutinized by the neighbor cooking possum next door...

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