Trail #1677 The Trail of Doom
Hares: nnMel and nnBilly
Hounds: CIA, BW, NBA, Dip
This is a long-overdue trash, mainly because the crappiness of this trail left me befuddled, speechless, and more or less in a state of coma. Picture me, if you will, after the hash, huddled on my couch, whimpering, staring dully off into space, mouth slack with drool dripping down the corners of my mouth....wait, that's how I normally look after a hash. Anyway, back to the crappy trail....
With the certainty of heavy thunderstorms and the high possibility of a 'nader, most caring, considerate and sentient hares would say, nope, we care about the hounds' safety, we love our hounds, and only want what's best for their well-being. But, NO! Not these hares! These hares guilt-tripped the hounds by sending pix beforehand of the tiny sliver of sky that showed a smidgen of sun, called us pussies (that's actually a compliment, btw), and insisted that their trail was amazing and we would be wimps if we didn't show up.
So, let's talk about the hares' real purpose in hash-shaming us into showing up. They seemed to want to be named. So, due the the absolutely shittiness and life-threatening nature of this trail, it is now my life goal to bestow upon them the most obnoxious hash names ever. This is my rallying cry, half-minds. Join me in my quest. This must be done.
Post script: I am especially motivated to cum up with horrid names for them. Those wankers cost me $22. I refuse to take any responsibility for this. The responsibility belongs to nnBilly and nnMel. I returned a library book two days after that shitty trail, and the library made me pay for the book because it was wet. This was due to my throwing my soaking wet backpack on the passenger seat of my car, not remembering the damn book was there, thus soaking it and ruining it. Now, now, you might say that I could have done one or two things differently to avoid this. I say, NO. It was totally these two wankers' fault. You will not convince me otherwise.