#1144 - Prairie Fire Marathon Hash

What:  Tornado Alley Hash #1144
Where: American Red Cross Parking Lot on Main St. 
When: Sunday, October 14 - 8:00 am
Hare: Trashy
Hash Cash: ?
Approximate Distance? 
Shiggy Rating: ?

Prairie Fire Marathon BN and Hash has been changed.  Trashy went to scout trail and realized the original area was fenced off.  So, the new area will be at the American Red Cross building on Main, just south of Murdock.  

If you can't make the 8:00 am hash, cum and join us later in the same location as we support the runners, advertise for the hash, and pass out some much needed beer (if we don't drink it all, that is) to exhausted racists!

Feel free to bring some shitty beer to donate to the cause!   

Hare:  Trashy
Hounds:  Dip, NBA, nnAaron, nnJill
 
This was a marathon hash in more ways than one.  Not only did it start at 8 a.m., but it continued until 12:15 p.m. when we were shut down by the po-po, AND we were doing our civic duty by cheering on the marathon r*cists.  So there was marathon drinking, some r*nning by the hashers but marathon r*nning by the r*cists, and marathon clapping (blood was produced by Dip for his excessive clapping) and yelling.
 
We set up our beer table in front of the nazi Red Cross building (they were rude about our parking in their precious parking lot).  Trashy's trail led the wankers over by the hospital, where we found the beer near stashed appropriately behind the bio-hazard waste dumpster behind the hospital.  We had had our questions about Milwaukee's Beast, and this pretty much answered them.  Trail then led us west through the McDonald's parking lot and then back to the on-in.  We never were able to complete our circle because of our late-cummers arrival as well as the inconsiderate half-marathon r*cists r*nning by.  The late-cummers were:  JLT, Tiny Flasher, nnSusan, nnRod, and Tequila Tony.
 
A little editorial note by the Hash Trash here:  why is our group so introverted, not wanting to call attention to our pack?  We only had Thing 1 and Thing 2, a pervert in adult jammies, a giant PBR can, and a wannabe ballerina handing out the golden elixir to the r*cists.  You would have thought we could have had 100% participation amongst us.
 
Now, speaking of r*acists, our very own BOYAnus competed (shudder) in the marathon, making us proud that we actually have a r*nner in our "drinking club with a r*nning problem".  He whined that his time was not what it should have been, but, sheesh, we were all impressed nonetheless, especially when he grabbed a full can of PBR at the beer stop to help him with the final three miles.  On on!

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