Hounds: PCP, PBR, NBA, Poopy the Fruit Dick Slayer, Dip Shit, Anything Goes, Puff, nnRachel, Tina (at the ONIN)
The hounds met up at Heroes for yet another Cumbag death march filled with danger, stupid markings and, of course, loads of Cum. Trail took off through downtown Doo-Dah, with very little imagination and few markings. Cumbag led the hounds under the highway with the promise of a Beer Near, but the only thing the thirsty hashers found was a hobo cooler with three empty Corona Light bottles in it. The disappointed pack continued to trudge along past East High and then to Cumbag's own abode, where a real BN was found.
After brief refreshment and discussions of trail mutiny, the hounds pressed on. Following faint snail trails, the hounds were able to make it to the next BN, which was being jealously guarded by Lawnmower Man. Despite his obvious mental deficiency, LM was able to understand the thirsty hounds' desire for libation and he finally relented.
Back on the Cumbag scent, the pack came to a marked out ONIN with arrows leading in several directions. This clusterfuck of a marking was Cumbag's attempt at humor, but as we all know, Cumbag is only unintentionally funny. The hounds gave up and shortcut back to Heroes where NBA did a stellar job of showing a virgin hasher what Circle is not supposed to be.