Hash 252
Hares Mud and Butt
Where -Wind Tunnel

 

I left from the house and it was a pleasant spring day. Got to start of the hash and winds were whipping about 40 miles per hour and it was frigid. I love Mud Butts runs on a Monday night. We usually hash to shiggy, run in the shiggy for awhile, drink a beer along the way and head back. Mud Butt threw away that recipe for disaster. CHESTER CF and Hash GOD wore shorts. Chester's were of the Fred Flintstone variety. Dumb hashers is double redundancy.

 

Several walkers, wankers and pregnant Bimbos were afforded a shorter debacle but the rest of the pack were in for an adventure. The first shiggy stretch was along I205. GoodWillCunting led the masses through discarded heroine needles and assorted electric shiggy. Complete new-comer Just Emily pointed the pack toward an eight foot wall we had to climb. Per usual, hashers helped other half minds over the wall. Pocket Pushy (sic)  simply tossed DoubleMint Cum over the wall. The C*NTASS of Curdled Cheese tried to lick the wall and simply stuck to it.   STRING CHEESE did not. The cheese sisters on trail always nice.

YES an 8 Foot Wall -Whether you like it or not you had to go over it. Penny the Dog made it in one leap. Mutt F**ker did not. Well they always say the grass is greener on the other side. Tonight it wasn't. For the next 20 minutes we climbed and climbed through neighborhoods that all looked the same. So were at the mercy of the hare. Ass then led us into another nice patch of shiggy in the woods. Snuggle My PP and SkinnyBitch headed across the stream where the trail did not go. Smarter types followed the arrows. (DUH). Doc Snotty Balls and his little dog led us trail at the summit if Mt. Scott for a beer check. Heavy Winds and a drifting snowflake once again greeted the bemoaning pack. Rainier was abundant at the beer check. Pabst Smear took out his tool and tried to Piss on the pack as they climbed . WANKER.

Two vestal virgins soon led us off the summit. The hash back in was uneventful as the sweat we had worked up on the accent froze on us on the way down,. Got Man Milk was declared tonights weiner of the hash because she cheated. Scouts On Her was DFL.

Luckily religion was conducted out side. We were treated to cooked frozen chicken, a boat load of beer and some tasty frozen chips and OREO cookies.  Soon after everybody went to the JIZZ bar on 82nd to thaw and imbibe.

Apparently MUD BUTT had to have run this trail 100 times before doing it live. I have no idea how he knew where he was going. On second thought he probably winged it. He is that smart.

This trail blew. If you have ever been blown in a good way. You know what I am talking about because I certainly don't/

Here is a quiz to see if you were paying attention.

A Mud Butt is.

1. An uncontrollable bad case of diarrhea that feels as if mud is oozing out of your ass.
2. when you fart, and some diarrhea comes out, and coats the inside of your butt cheeks.
3. The sensation of your rectum filling up with shit that's less than solid. Impending diarrhea.
4. Our mindless hare for the night.
5. None of the above
6. All of the Above.