Hares: Hummer Gay'mes and Octoteste
Hounds: NBA, Dipstick, Puff, Cuddle Puncher, Tina Eat the Piss, Anything Goes, Cumbag Shitpants, Chev Ho Laid, Phi Pee Licker, Butthole Whisperer, Gooey Spinjob, Professor U.t.A, nnTambra, nnColt, nnMike, nnKen, nnRobin, nnJay
Due to the exponentially growing number of lame-ass trash writers, trash has fallen to the P Team. Shit’s really gotten that pitiful.
In order to prove herself a wise and valuable hasher, Octoteste, under the guidance of Hummer Gay’mes, set off to lay her first trail. Hummer Gay’mes imparted all her valuable haring knowledge to Octoteste, leading the two of them to create the greatest trail known to the hashing world.
The pack started at Pubic, where they were quickly stumped by a cleverly laid YBF in Pubic’s outdoor courtyard.
Once reoriented, the hounds followed trail east through Wichita’s premier drinking area before heading south through glass-filled alleyways.
Beer Near was located near Washington and Waterman. The hares must have been moving glacially slow as the beer near was haphazardly pitched underneath a trash-strewn crack building, breaking the BN bag and scattering cans of golden nectar far and wide. The P Team can only assume the hounds stood around, admiring the view of garbage and a used mattress where a pair of shoes sat. Gooey checked to see if he could add it to his store’s inventory, but realized it wasn’t his beloved New Balance and walked off.
Trail continued south, parallel to the railroad tracks, where the hounds followed flour and Octoteste’s glitter markings before crossing over the tracks to Wichita’s beloved Commerce Street and back to Pulic for cheap drinks and mediocre service.
Songs were sung, drinks were drunk, patrons were offended, and Hummer Gay’mes smashed a glass in protest to the shitty service.