Hares: Cuddle Puncher and NBA
Hounds: ASS, CIA, Lil' Red Dipshit, nnCollin, PPL, PBR, Tina
TAH3 has had many shitty trails over the last few months. Trail of Tears, Trail of no Beer Near, 3 mile strolls through 6 foot high poison ivy, etc. Saturday’s Trail shall be known as the Trail of a slight shrug.
The pack met on the west side’s Pawnee Prairie Park, a location of many epic TAH3 trails. The sullen hounds gathered around a pile of automotive glass which would serve as Cuddle’s poetic representation of shiggy. A lost Chihuahua wandered the PPP PL(parking lot) is such as way as to force the hounds to question what it all means and how they are really any different than this small canine searching the premises for a scrap of food or a kind hand to scratch the area just behind its ear.
Trail then started and the hounds became fucked by the “you’ve been” variety multiple times. The first Beer Near was hanging from the branches of a tree in a curiously similar fashion. One hound even claimed the hares trail had “Tequila Tony plagiarism all over it.” NNColin and Tina found one of the YBF through a dried up creek bed which ended with one of them knee deep in creek shit and the other using the Indiana Jones survival guide warning the wank, “not to stuggle it makes the quicksand worse.” Later, trail was lost through a thick patch of high grass. ASS soon found another strand of shiggy paper that was not thoroughly soaked in feces proving that it had been placed by the hares recently. Tina looked from afar and observed the hounds jogging through the tallgrass. He promptly said, “Fuck that shit” and shortcutted to the second Beer Near. A redneck coupled stumbled upon the check and what we are guessing must’ve been the female - due to the thinner facial hair-consumed a PBR on trail. Soon after, the pack became worried as Dipshit left a beer can on trail, but no muddy footprints to signify that he had crossed the 20th watercrossing of the day.
Hounds finally made it back to the safety of their shitty vehicles and 3 bags of Lays potato chips. Hummer showed up with 2 people from Portland or some cool place like that and allowed them to witness our sad circle which was conducted while sitting down and half-heartedly singing our favorite songs. The Chihuahua was gone and rest of us made our way home waiting for the next available hash.
10/16/2013 01:32:12 pm
Epic trail for all you assholes who didn't make it.
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