Hares: Tina Eat the Piss and Cumbag Shitpants
Hounds: Amanta, NBA, Puff, PBR, PPL, BP, Turd Bird, nnRobin, nnScott, nnMylinda, nnKen, nnMike, nnColt, nnMelissa
The following trash is brought to you by the word 'evidently'. Thanks to No Blow Angel for the generous donation.
The 1217th running of the Tornado Alley Hash House Harriers started from Headshots Bar & Grill, the new video game hangout located among the ashes of the Backstage bar. Evidently, the new owner was not put off by all the knifings that took place in his future parking lot. However, he is put off by hashers circling up on the premises. Evidently, his father is a named hasher and the kennel learned that blood isn't thicker than beer.
After a thorough chalk talk, the hounds took off and found an intersection that had already been marked. We looked around for our phantom hasher and lo, Puff the Magic Ass Grabber appeared out of thin air. Evidently, Puff traveled in time from ONIN to mark trail for all the nonames. Despite his best efforts, all but the four DFLs missed the Beersicle Near and had to retrace their steps to enjoy a can of Miller Slush Life, the Snow Cone of Beers.
After the Beer Near, trail was marked by several teaspoons of flour to the world's smallest true trail marking. Evidently, Cumbag and Tina have been taking trail marking lessons from Cuddle Puncher. From true trail the A team led B and C directly to ONIN at Larry Bud's. As all of your trash writers shortcut together, there is no record of what the rest of trail must have been. It is as though the second half of trail never occurred.
ONIN was a lively affair during which our visiting hasher, Turd Bird from San Diego, sang songs from the sunshine state. Evidently, their Hymnal is updated with hash versions of pop songs from the turn of the last century. We sang and drank plenty of beer in a display of friendship and community. Then we laughed at NBA.