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Kahuna Run 176
"Absolutely Perfect Day to Hash"

This is usually our slot for our celebrated Smush Ball game with many a hasher sporting a Post Gold Rush Hangover but for some reason hashers were not all that lugubrious today. After last weeks death march many were expecting a debacle of epic proportions. . "I know that hash debacles make for more hash Trash Readings". Guess what it didn't happen

It was a hash with many of the faces, costumes and crazy stuff that make for a great hash run. Beer flowed freely and the hares tried to extol Hump Hash start times but the masses made them qoph (great scrabble word) their beers and be own their way. We were soon spread out by a boob check by a strip club when Screamer and Red Wings soon found true trail toward a run down apartment complex. The locals yelled and cheered us on. By this time the 3 vestal virgins (Brad, "Some Dude who later showed his dick"and Harry) had the knack of hashing soon led us down a needle infested alley. Lick My Squirrel and Man Milk paraded us over a fence and toward the well hidden beer check.

It was fantastic to hang and drink Pabst on a sultry Monday evening. TinkerBelle and his little dog, and the girl the with bruises (I love Balls) arrived on time. A Harbinger of things to come.

The Stitch and Bitch for the night consisted of Red Wings, God and a few others I don't remember. But they got an earful from a bitchy old lady in hair curlers with a tatoo that read "Back the Fu^k Off" as she screamed "GET THE F*** OUT OF HERE" from her beloved trailer trash balcony in the loudest blood curdling scream one could imagine. This drove Hare Krotchna to hijack a shopping cart transporting various hashers from check to check.

It was that type of night, everybody was just plain giddy; it seems the entire city was a bit tipsy. Mr Cream Jeans actually sat and read to kids on the curbside. Some starry eyed little girl had us sign her little notebook and parents were actually out on the streets cheering kind of wishing they could be out looking for beer with us. That's a really fun moment while hashing as we hash to escape a little from every day life and suddenly we are interspersed in some total strangers everyday life. Its a really fun moment in the hash.

And a strange thing happened as we were reunited with the golden nectar in a fantastic park on Holgate. We were treated to a great sunset (dazzling yellows and subtle purple streaks) overlooking the city. "James Riddle" (that's his Monday night hash name) was smart enough to roll the keg over to Religion.

Snotty Balls in his new position as RA for life expertly led religion, and one of the virgins showed his entire body and Brad told a fantastic Airline Crash Joke I had heard nine years earlier but its still funny on a night like tonight.

Pants off to the hares. Wacky innovative, keep the pack together trail with ample beer.

Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius -Very Shitty Hash.

Random Stuff

• Winky and Katoy toy. A warm congratulations from the Kahuna Hash. Now raising little hashers.

• The Slut Machine reached a milestone. Either she turned forty or she drank a forty. I am not sure.
• Today (The Day of this Hash) "Racist" Usain Bolt broke the world record in the 100 meter dash. His average speed was like 23 miles per hour.
• Today (Today at the Hash) hashingwe ran (kind of) past a traffic control sign on Gladstone that measures speed limits. Blast Rag recorded the same MPH (23) as the the fore mentioned world record holder.
• A sneeze travels at 100 miles per hour and the male sperm exits the body at a tepid you guessed it 23 miles per hour.
• Mudd Butt always delivers. A big thank you for getting the little things done.

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