Hash Trash #2137
Lordy….this was a SHIT SHOW. Let’s break it down:
MRI hared (?) and hosted this reason to stay in bed all afternoon and not do trail. However, hounds miraculously attended including such TAH3 luminaries like (look up attendance….I just tell stories) and (yeah, them too.)
Spoon theory, man. Does anyone want to explain or?
As soon as a small breeze hit, Puff went to water trail and the hounds followed suit. Not the pissing, but moving forward. It was evident immediately that MRI was making a noble effort to save flour and using little because it’s Passover…we ain’t got time to make bread. So everyone was often lost.
The hounds eventually found trail and were excited by a crime scene in the distance across a rocky creek. Punky and somehow the Boomer Hashers thought to go investigate, slowly crawling over deadly rocks, while the Gen Xers and Millennials watched from lazy safety.
Trail disappeared and the hounds wandered the streets for months or possibly minutes seeking respite. PeeQuad found a can full of a mystery mush and asked for guesses on the contents. To everyone’s surprise when she opened the can it was something gross and creamy or one of those jumpy snakes….in either case, whoa.
MaDAMN NBA slowly stalked a panicked stranger. As he sat in his SUV, NBA ran swiftly to his vehicle and pounded his window. Demanding answers to questions no one heard asked. Just a total meltdown. I think she punched a cat. So cool to watch, y‘all.
Everyone got lost again and complained. Then somehow Punky finds the way. Punky is not aware of whistles being a thing so he just waves a lot. It has the neighbors on edge. And the hounds.
[There’s a chunk here I just assume I was disassociating]
And that’s why Tina actually owns that particular KFC.
There were some deadbugs, some songs, down downs, and this potential for a P4/Hobo war of aggression.
But who really was that person in the green car watching us at circle?
I’ll never tell