Hares: Dip and PQuad
Hounds: PPL, NBA, Tina, PBR, Poopy, Tequila, Aggie, BOYA, nnTim, Cuddles, Hummer, nnNatalie, nnSammie
1200, schmelvehundred. This was the 101 Dalmations hash! So many spots! It was blinding! As we gathered at the Canada Goose parking lot of Sedgwick County Park, Dip veeerrrrrrryyy slowly realized that he was the only wanker not wearing a spotted wifebeater. It was so sad for him, since he had stupidly left his hideous spotted shirt up in Larryville in an unsuccessful attempt to see some female boobs at a clothing swap check on trail. Being the sensitive, considerate souls that we are, we all wore our spotted shirts to this hash so that Dip could vicariously appreciate the joys of wearing a nasty-ass spotted shirt. We were joined by two virgins, one of whom serves us regularly at are favorite downtown watering hole.
The hares took off to the northeast in the park, taking us south along the tame trails to the other side of the section to the only beer near, stashed by a lone evergreen in the middle of a field. We then followed trail in a lovely geometrically-square fashion, over by the baseball fields, but we kept on the concrete path through the woods most of the way. Shiggy? What's that? On-in was found in a lovely little church-like setting in a clearing close to 21st Street. The RA was practically salivating at the thought of all the dead-bugs he was going to inflict upon us because of the spotted shirts, but he was prevented from his evil plan by the venerable hash tradition of "when one hare drinks, alllllll hares drink".
Circle ensued, and the usual accusations were made, much beer was consumed. Dip managed to get a couple of unfounded dead bugs during the circle to satisfy his dead-bug blood lust. There was much rejoicing. On-after was at Larry Bud's where the hounds bad-mouthed the lame-ass wankers who did not join them. On on!