Kahuna Hash Number 159
Hare Cankle Sore (There is a picture of him over there)
Weather - Hawaiian

The final line of an Epic song by the Decemberists goes like this.

I figured I had paid my debt to society
By paying my overdue fines at the Multnomah County Library, at the library.

Apparently not. Fresh off a stellar haring for Oregon, Cankle Sore decided lay something this week.

A rather smallish (sic) crowd of mostly Monday regulars gathered at the Multnomah Library on Capital HW. It was worth the price of admission to hear flaming Fart say "Its a perfect day to Hash". Soon after Cankle Sore (for the rest of this write up he known as Sponge Bob Square Pants) down downed two 24 ounce cans of Hamms and set out to set his pre laid trail. The first part of the hash was a perfect Square Pants trail. 2 miles out, 2 mile North 2 miles in (well technically a rectangle) and still no sign of beer or crabby patties.

We roamed the woods, hills and trees with a sober buzz knowing Square pants was going to screw this up. The Stitch and Bitch was back (Toolbox, Blast Rag and God) in force bitching about something. Mystery Meat ran solo and still got lost in his own backyard so a hasher I forgot his name (something like Queer Guy Wearing Dresses) led us to the beer check exactly 10 miles in. He later got a hash crime for something like killing trillium's on trail. We drank Jamaican beer on 420 at the beer check and soon where reunited with beer.

In retrospect it was pretty decent excursion on well travelled territory. Very much like my prom date.

Snotty Balls did religion (he is like Steve Martin on Saturday Night Live), we ate Twinkies and drank some decent beer and most of us got a piece that night. Which we all do on Mondays.

That's what makes it special....