Kahuna Hash Run 204

Hares Doc Snotty Balls Got Man Milk

Local - Flirts at The Airport

We drank some beers ,,,,,blablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablabla we ran for a while blablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablabla
 blablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablabla we checked for awhile
and then we got to the Killing field...

Military Fighter planes roared over head as we could barely hear our selves complain and a gang of 25 (and when 25 hashers go into a killing field ...not everybody is going to make it out in one piece). We steadfastly forged random mine field like knee high stinging numbing black berry bushes that made your legs tingle and burn.  Run a few yards and (wham Bam Kapoo) a blackberry bush reaches out and bites you. 

But we made it to an oasis in the killing field.  A land of beer and easter Eggs.. Yes Snotty and Get Milk hid Easter Eggs as we relaxed and imbided on beer and chocolate after surviving the blackberry minefied. Pocket P*ssy  & Comes Prepared ate tons of chocolate and led us back into the Killing Field.

Which brought us to a 3 foot Slough crossing. Its the perfect distance for many but the law of large numbers dictate somebody is not going to survive. 

"Now, Pabst Smear! now, HashGod! now, Chester and Hot Buns!

On, Tripod! on Deep Throat! on, Gym Nasty and Virgins!

To the top of the shiggy! to the top of the slough!

Now jump away! drink away! splash away all!"

This Is what Tripod did. With one graceful swan dive she missed the Dry opposite bank ending up with Jet fuel, Mud and blood sucking leeches on every exposed body part.  And non the smarter, Deep Throat almost did exactly the same.  She only had blood sucking leeches from the her waist to her beer socks. But for the most part we survived the Killing Field.

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We hashed some more ,,,,,blablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablabla we ran for a while blablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablabla

blablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablablabla we checked for awhile
and traversed a fenced named Barb surrounding the lovely Holiday Inn.

WTF does the Holiday inn have Barbie wire all around it is beyond me.  Most things are. I was told by the desk manager it is too keep the Gays Out. She was a bit of an Idiot.

Dear God Tw*tSickle led Religion.. People drank and drove home.

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