Hounds: Gooey Spinjob(fuck off), NBA, ASS, Cumbag Shitpants, Octoteste, Little Box of Hoarders, Amanta F&F, PBR, Hummer Gay'mes, Dipshit, PUTA, nnLisa, nnAdam (I wasn't there, going off of who I see in pictures, if someone's missing and doesn't want their feelings hurt, just let me know!)
Trail #1248 was so boring that little can be said about it. Dip started at Mort’s where the pack enjoyed the finer things of life, such as flavored cigars and martini specials. After weeks of unexplained absences, Gooey made a surprise appearance. We thought it was because he missed us, but it turned out he was just looking for people to help him pack up his house later that week.
Dip took the pack north and then east and then south. The pack crossed the pedestrian bridge over Kellogg and came across a confusing mark referencing a full moon. No one remembered the mark from chalk talk and a howl of Deadbug! quickly emanated from the pack, which soon turned into Flying Deadbug! when the pack discovered a check back a few minutes later.
Trail continued east for a hot second before heading back north with the promise of beer, more beer, and a deadbug for Dip.
Shunned by the DFLs for being too much of a racist, PBR sprinted the last quarter-mile of trail to the ONIN, forever sealing his fate as part of the FRB pact. Songs were sung, bandanas were finally distributed, Dip played the Indoor Rules card, and no one dared to try anything from the full-meal vending machine. Gooey left us for the Big City and the Bacon Cave, swearing never to return –a promise we hope he keeps. Best of luck and fuck off, Gooey!
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