Hounds: PPL, PBR, NBA, Cuddles, Hummer
Word spread quickly that Dip was haring, so only five wankers made the journey to Andover to enjoy a shitty trail and water 3.2 beers. Complaining of a “running” injury, Dip asked for a twenty minute head start, giving the hounds’ stomachs time to adjust to 3.2 beer and for NBA to parade around her plethora of HHH fashion shirts.
The racist NBA, still on a high from having acquired first place hardware at the Kanopolis 10k, took off at a breathtakingly quick pace, leaving PBR, PP, Cuddles, and Hummer behind. The DFLs threw their middle fingers high and trudged along trail, trying mightily to follow Dip’s faint and few drywall markings.
Trail eventually cut into a forest where PBR and NBA gallantly led the way through brambles and brush and into a neighborhood, where trail disappeared. Using NBA’s Native American senses, the hounds finally found a tiny drywall scratching.
Upon hitting a gravel path, trail took a turn for the worse and travelled in such a straight line that the hounds could only assume Dip was trying out the accuracy of a new yardstick. Threatened with death by boredom, Cuddles and Hummer took a disappointing Eagle split, while PBR and PP continued to follow the Turkey in the wake of NBA’s dust.
The hounds took their sweet time at the Beer Near, where they discussed the finer points of life (beer).
Trail was momentarily lost after the Beer Near and it was only after much confusion that it was discovered that Dip had reused trail. Later Dip would vehemently swear up and down that he did not reuse trail, but rather just marked trail (suspiciously) close to old trail, causing the hounds to howl bullshit and call for a deadbug.
Trail eventually wound its way back to the Dip Abode, where Dip cooked up hotdogs and a half-assed circle was conducted with the help of OKC HHH’s song hymnal.