OKH3 #263 Muddy Balls
The day we first met Muddy Balls (Just Pete at the Time) hashing, it had to be 11 years ago and we were out hashing in the Gorge on a wonderful fall day and the beer for the beer check was on a dock in the middle of a pond. Everybody looked at each other, then the beer, and suddenly Muddy was in the water swimming the 30 meters to the beer and back. Problem solved, Muddy Balls (F*c*en  Pete at the time) had become an instant hash legend.

Many of us were expecting a kick ball or a smush ball game , but Mr. Balls came through tonight in a big way. The start tonight was the often imitated Red Fox Pub on Mississippi. Another hash comfort bar, with one dollar old Germans and well 3 dollar drinks. To this day I have no idea what a well drink is so, Well lets drink anyways. Many Old Germans were consumed as  Muddy silently disappeared.

Trail headed straight down Mississippi using several alleys and school yards. Little Butt Buddy did most of the hard checking as Cunning Goodwill stood on the street corner predicting where the hash may go. Then some myriad of sphincter checks followed right through some guys back yard and a chicken coop. We headed to Overlook Park with a beer check behind the Overlook house. Cans of Caldera for everybody were consumed liberally. Flaming Hetero looked over the banks of the Willamette and was convinced we were to cross the Willamette.

No such luck, as Chubby Chaser led a band of nit wits down a shopping cart covered ravine only to follow Blast Rag up amother identical hill, joining a band of cunning little runts led by Mutt Fucker and Just Jenna who simply hashed city side walks. It was the perfect day to hash as the rest of the sun soaked pack meandered to the On In. Flaming Fart won the hash tonight with well placed cheating and short cutting. Gym Nasty was DFL.

It got cold quickly and we were treated with a fire of epic dimensions at the On In. This along with massive plates of pasta and chips. I know most hashers love beer on trail but one of the simple pleasure of hashing is that you can eat chips. I never told my wife that we had chips at the hash. Damn I was busted tonight.

At religion some wanker from San Diego chose to sing a 13 minute version of Monday is Hashing day crushing Kahuna records that go as far back as the the old testament where somewhere it is written/

May the hash Go In peace. May the hash get a piece.

Notables

• The Cuntess of Curdled Cheese J*zz actually took a shopping cart ride down the embankment at Overlook Creative.
• Skinny Bitch was the creative mastermind in aforementioned creative short cutting. The Bimbos just followed.
• Godspeed and a beer to Doc Snotty Balls and Producing Man Milk. 4/20 is their due date.
• Does any body know what day the hump is having their 420 hash.