Hare: Tina Eat the Piss
Hounds: Dip, Puff, CIA, BDub, Hummer, Cuddles, Cumbag, PoPo, nnAdam, PBR, NBA, ASS
Meeting at Barleycorn's on Douglas, the hare started off with chalk talk in which he introduced to us a new mark. This mark came to him in a dream, as the story goes. A nightmare would be more like it. It was a circle with the male and female marks pointing the ways that the two genders were to follow trail. It's a good thing we don't have any transgendered hashers among us; otherwise those wankers wouldn't have had a clue which way to go.
Trail led us to the north through a plethora of alleys and dark, unlit areas, eventually leading us to the beer near which we located in a very questionable area not far from a number of homeless shelters. The beer near was found behind a warehouse which had put out welcoming signs inviting us to make ourselves at home. Which we did.
Trail then led us to the Y, where we found the gender-confused mark, leading the male members to go around the building, and the female wankers to go through the lobby. We convened at the street corner (re-group which Cuddles blew straight through). Trail was found going west and then back south, and eventually back to the on-in.
A number of transgressions were noted and celebrated, with the RA deciding that indoor rules did apply in the seedy environs of Barleycorn's, and a dead bug was granted to Cuddles for his racist behavior. A select group of wankers went to Rain for food and $1.00 wells, and there was much rejoicing. On on!