#1185 - 16th Analversary Red Dress

Hares:  Dip and Boathouse Pussy
Hounds:  NBA, Phi Phi Licker, Sniff This, Cuddle Puncher, Anything Goes, PQuad, nnCharlie, Tequila Tony, nnDozer, Snatchajawea, Cum in My Brown Eye, Who Blew Poo 

The TAH3 16th Analversary / Red Dress event was a small but excellent hash, with the pack's most dedicated and most excellent wankers in attendance.  The weather was perfect, the beer was plentiful (at least it wasn't Boxer), and the trail was shitty.  It was an unusual B to A trail, with A at the abode of the Venerable Dipstick and LSD.  Chalk talk was at A, and then the hares took off via automobile to B, with the instructions that the hounds were to follow in 15 minutes, crammed into cars, illegal-immigrant-style.  En route to B, the hounds spied the hares marking trail on Andover Road.  Tequila Tony was at the wheel, and would have veered over in order to pants them, but our vehicle was blocked in by traffic.  So we continued on to the parking location.

One of the more remarkable qualities of this trail was that it more than likely set the international hash record for checks, all sorts of checks.  Song checks, hokey-pokey checks, WSU wahoo checks, boob checks, penis checks, photo op checks, checks on corners across from checks on the opposite corner.  Thankfully, there were no clothing exchange checks, since most everyone else's red dresses were hideous and I frankly like looking my best on trail.

So, back to trail.  B was at Kellogg and we basically straight-lined our way down Andover Road, with a couple of detours through trailer parks and down dirt roads.  Fortunately for the DFLs, the red dresses of the FRBs were quite visible from afar so it wasn't really necessary to follow trail much of the time. The DFLs just kept their eyes peeled for red and strolled straight down Andover Road.  

There were two beer nears, both at bars.  First was at Stooges, and second was at Timbuktu.  By the time the pack got to Timbuktu, the WSU game was about to begin, so the racist-minded wankers drained their vessels in record time, and bee-lined it back to the on-in so they could numb their minds in front of the TV and watch their beloved Shockers.  After the game, it was time for the circle.  Lots of accusations, lots of dead bugs, and Little Red Dipshit even showed up sans red dress for circle.  Tina Eat the Piss graced us with his presence waaaaaay after all festivities had wound down.  

The three good witches of WWWH3 regaled us with tales of interesting sexual experiences, with NBA open-mouthed with disbelief that people actually do those things.  The die-hards crashed at Dip's and were treated to a sumptuous Dip breakfast with bubbly.  Excellent hash, shitty trail.  On on!

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