2nd Anal Fourth of July OLD BAT Run
Hares Tw*tSickle and Coitus
Location -Uppper McCLay 82 and Humid

DISCLAIMER: I Big Shitter self appointed figure head do nothing have had real life things to do so I am throwing this piece of shit write up trying to remember things that may or may not have happened, multiplied by beer and humidity and annoying old ladies screaming for the Phuck of it.

It was nearly a year ago when we had a full scale run in with a demented, crazy Old Bat up on Sylvan Hill on Red light Special's 2007 July 4th Debacle. Actually with a little research it was Memorial day. . Well Coitus and God set a pretty nifty run that snaked through the Portland Audubon Society and under a snarky, dark underpass into a cavern guarded by a demented screaming lady. We get one of these a year and this lady was a piece of work. We drank beer she yelled louder, we drank beer and she yelled louder. As far as I know the Old Batis still up on the hill barking dementia to the masses of asses that passes through her furry snatch of land.

All in all a pert little double titted trail that was mostly all on shiggy. Absolute pristine Virgin Jenna besmirched her name by joining us on her first hash.
Rectal Ranger and Doris Flaming Don't wanna Bore Us Clitoris joined us for the first time in years. And when two half minded hashers marry they end up with a quarter of a mind and like rocket surgeons they had the fore sight to bring their daughter to the hash...

Guess what she got named tonight.
She will march forward in life with the name.
Barely Legal.

Take that you screaming OLD BAT on the hill.
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2nd Anal This Week Nasty Buns Hash
Hares Hot Buns gym Nasty
Location -Beaver ton on the Hill

I takes most of us longer to have sex than the time we spent running on today's hash. As usual we ran around in Circles... Typical Gym Nasty trail with a few Ganja inspired back checks obviously contributed by Hot Buns. In an ironic twist Tinker Bell on a broken foot led the pack for much of the way. Slut Machine came (sic) out of hiding and had the lay of the land figured out pretty well. Cankle Snore was another person transformed from the land of the lost. As far as I know he did not have sex with Wildman on the trail. Chum Guzzler also took a vacation from his getting laid twice a day routine to run the hash solo and bitched about no trail marks.

Sniffy and Reddy Nip did the hash via baby jogger with the Claire and Hugh travelling Minstrel show. Wet Spots also had her grand son in Tow.

I have no recollection of this trail as every culd-d-sac in Beaverton looks like every other culd-d-sac in Beaverton so everywhere went we had been there before and soon we were going to be there again. Except for the beer check where we had Hamms.

Mystery Meat decided to drive his car from the start to the end which consisted of putting the car in drive and driving 280 feet. He did this with a beer can in his hand and course a police man came very close to witnessing the entire event.

To the delight of the masses we ended at a private swimming pool and the water was wetter than usual, the hot dogs exploded in your mouth and Reddi Nip and Got Man milk can clean an ear of corn really phucking fast.

Dr. Snotty Balls conducted Religion. And the Old Bat from 2 weeks ago is still yelling at Alley Cat

On -On

Big

Don't tell anybody but the Timbers scored two goals the other night....

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