Hares: NBA and PPL
Hounds: Anything Goes, ASS, Cumbag SP, Hammy, Hummer, Poopy, PBR, Rhinestone Catbitch, Tina, nnCollin
Unlike the 2012 shit show, this year’s World Peace Through Beer actually had t-shirts, leading the hashers to believe that it might be a good trail for once. They were wrong, but at least they looked stylish as they hashed in overpriced World Peace shirts.
Trail started at the Park Villa in Riverside, where the hares, NBA and PPL, provided the pack with the ever-worldly beer, Natty Light. Trail headed north and was so boring that the P Team cannot honestly remember anything between the start and the first beer near, except that PBR remembered to wear his Chucks and no one’s eyes were forced to look at his nasty-ass white grandpa New Balances.
In an attempt to be “one with the people,” Hummer Gay’mes held back to be with the second-class citizen DFLs who taught her their ways. The experience was both exhilarating and terrifying.
At the beer near, the hounds were greeted with more Natty Light, which might be worldly in some place, like, I don’t know, South Fucking Africa, but is pretty damn common here in the ‘Ta.
The hounds headed south-ish and, due to some incredibly shitty marks, immediately lost trail. A great cheer erupted when trail was found. The cheers immediately turned to tears when the FRBs discovered a Check Back…….. THIRTEEN?! Fuck that. The hounds, having only five digits on each of their hands, were unsure how to count that high and stumbled off in various directions, overwhelmed with the thought of math. Eventually one fearless hasher found trail and the pack set off at lightening speed, eager to put as much distance between themselves and the CB13.
The hares had laid a second beer near amongst Wichita’s finest foliage and the hounds found themselves stepping gingerly (sorry nnColin…) through poison ivy, stickers, and more stickers only to be greeted by more shitty beer.
Trail eventually wound its way to Oak Park, where the group photo bombed an unsuspecting family, making a special portrait session even more special. At the ONIN, the thirsty hounds were greeted by (finally!) some real world beers, as well as by a real hound, Otis.
PPL sensed a dangerous circle lay ahead and quickly excused herself with some bullshit talk of her mom picking her up, leaving NBA to fend for herself. In an effort to save her skin, NBA pinned all blame on PPL, but it didn’t save her from a dead bug.
After an intense questioning session, nnColin was named and will forever be known to the hashing world as Piss Car Poor, or PCP.