Hash #1131

What? Tornado Alley H3 Hash #1131
Who? You, lame-ass.  
When? Monday, September 3rd (that's tomorrow wankers). Bloody Mary Bar and Mimosas @9:30am, hares away @10. 
Where? NBA's house on Erie Ave. 
Trail? Fucking Awesome. 
Hare? BOYA and possibly NBA. 
Hash Cash? $5
Shiggy? Potentially wet fee. 

Hounds? 

 Born On Your Anus, and NBA
Hounds were:  Dipstick,  Dipshit,  Puff, Tequila Tony, Phi-Phi Licker, In My Wiener, nnE, A.D.D.,  Trashy Hays (Haze?) Erection, nnCody, nnGladys, nnFreddy, Pussy Magnet,  and BP joined us (ahem...as usual...) for the circle and on-after, as did next door neighbor, nnPat. 

Trails just keep getting better and better.  This one was (as BOYA might put it) fucking awesome.  There were just the right number of splits, intersections and YBFs.  And the scenery, once again, was Wichita Wonderful.  The one down-side to the trail was that some vile, inconsiderate, probably smelly, random strange person STOLE our first beer near. Fortunately, Anus had the good sense and regard for humanity to stash a second beer near, which thankfully, no one stole.

Due to Anus's busy social schedule, the hash was scheduled for 10 a.m.  The early hour did not daunt our intrepid hounds.  They stepped up to the plate (and the cooler) and showed up thirsty and ready to hunt rabbits.  The start and end for this epic trail was NBA's abode, where the pre-lube included mimosas and bloody mary's (it was brunch-time, after all).  Circle was conducted by Dipstick, who included the obligatory dead-bugs (Puff was there, after all).  Although we had permission to jump on the trampoline, 105 degrees prevented the hounds from attempting it since there wasn't a blow-up pool to jump into.

Hares were:  Born On Your Anus, and NBA
Hounds were:  Dipstick,  Dipshit,  Puff, Tequila Tony, Phi-Phi Licker, In My Wiener, nnE, A.D.D.,  Trashy Hays (Haze?) Erection, nnCody, nnGladys, nnFreddy, Pussy Magnet,  and BP joined us (ahem...as usual...) for the circle and on-after, as did next door neighbor, nnPat.

The hash shit was pulled out of the garage and presented to Anus to re-start the tradition.  In my humble opinion, all in all, Labor Day has never been celebrated quite so successfully.  On on!

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