#1284 Easter/4-20 Hash...

Hares: Cumbag Shitpants, Poopy the Fruit Dick Slayer

Hounds: No Blow Angel, Tina Eat the Piss, Cinnabar, Puff the Magic Assgrabber

The hares intended to start from Harry’s, but upon arriving at the bar, the entire plumbing system seemed to be laying in the parking lot. Despite the fact that any respectable drinking institution should respect the day that He is risen by staying open, the hounds and hares moved to a private residence to begin the trail. Trail was relocated to Cumbag’s and Poopy’s estate, and the hares had to improvise from their already shitty trail to a big stinker fished out of a public campsite toilet.

After running through the alleys of College Hood, the hounds came upon a fence to negotiate. All hounds hurdled the fence with ease. NBA, however, seeing an innocent young gentleman getting out of his car nearby, accosted him and demanded the man help her over the fence. Something about using the guy’s face as a seat… I don’t know… Something we dare not even describe in Hash Trash.

Anyway, the hounds ran to a picturesque hill next to scenic US-54 and enjoyed a PN (Peeps Near) to celebrate Easter, ran through some more alleys, had a BN in an alley, ran through more alleys, then more alleys, then a couple more alleys. In summary, all the hares could come up with was a bunch of alleys because they’re not that creative.  ONON.