Trail #1249 - Drinksgiving and Tina's First Hashing Analversary
Hare: Tina Eat the Piss
Hounds: Anything Goes, Boathouse Pussy, Butthole Whisperer, Caught in Action, Cumbag Shitpants, Hummer Gay'mes, No Blow Angel, Phi Pee Licker, Piss Car Poor, Poopy the Fruit Dick Slayer, Puff the Magic Ass Grabber, Stumpy Whisker Biscuit, Wet Pussy Flasher, nnCarol, nnLisa
Even though this was our anal hash event that coincides with Thanksgiving, the poor hounds discovered there was very little about this trail for which to be thankful. The weather that Tina provided us was just miserable; so miserably cold, in fact, not many of us were able to dress in appropriate festive attire. We had a smallpox-infected blanket, a fat Chiefs fan with fast food wrappers coming out of the pockets, a wanker with a dead turkey on her head, and a couple of overgrown kindergarteners with their classroom construction paper Pilgrim and Indian head gear. The rest of the half-minds were just doing their best to ward off frostbite. To add insult to injury, there was no Wild Turkey of any variety, liquid or living, to be found on trail.
We should have been forewarned of the upcoming shittiness of the trail when Puff showed up to the start before the hare did, if you can believe it. There were so many transgressions committed by the hare that the dead bugs should have gone on for hours, but Tina prevented that by providing us with miserable weather, and no one was able to withstand the bitter cold longer than necessary. Circle was short, complementing the male hashers' cold little johnsons. On after was at Larry Bud's where the wankers finally warmed up with many pitchers of golden nectar (considerately provided by Shit who was not even there), and there was much rejoicing. On on!