Hare: Little Red Dipshit
Hounds: Audrey the Drug Dealer, Boathouse Pussy, Cockasian, Ate Something Shocking, No Blow Angel, In My Wiener, Phi Pee Licker, Power Bottom Redding, Stumpy Whisker Biscuit, Tina Eat the Piss, nnLana, nnMatthew, nnSamantha
The Wichita Crawl for Cancer was a success! By drinking pitchers of beer, we did our part to end cancer for one and all. Team TAH3 had a great showing and in the words of one hasher, "we won with strobe glasses. Fuck the Lincolns".
Trail started at Little Red Dipshit's housing commune with a totally unnecessary (but appreciated) pregame organized by our fearful leader. We took off at the starting bell and followed the faint white chalk marks to the Brickyard, where we were treated to a totally unnecessary (but appreciated) extra pitcher. From there, we followed a barely discernible trail to some other place where we received another totally unnecessary (but appreciated) extra pitcher of beer. We then followed the pale trail to Revolution then another place. Finally, we reached our last bar, Club Liquid, where nnLana treated us to a totally unnecessary (but appreciated) extra pitcher that most of the team didn't have the courage to sample. Those of us martyrs who took that one for the team should be commended for our heroic actions of that terrible day.
On After was at Old Chicago, where Tina showed us all how to properly slap a fanny pack and three different orders of the same pizza filled our slushy hasher bellies. It was a good day to kill cancer. Next year is only twelve months away.