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Trail # 157 – Sleeveless Greavies in Falls Church Hares: Porn 2 Fail, C*ckspur the Friendly Host, Just Elena Brooks, Knee Deep & Rodeo F*ck. Start: Parking lot, near an office building in Falls Church – you know the one I mean! Visitors: Air Spanker One & Boston Mangla Returners: Slit Lightning, Slip Knot, P2F (and he Hared), Not My Bag Baby, Just Dave, Just David, Dildo Shaggins, Dick In the Eye, Coin Operated, Bad Dog & Ass Ogre Vestal Virgins: Just Michelle, Just Steve, Just Gary Analversaries: Little C*ck That Won’t (14), Free P*ssy to Good Home (25) & And How’s Her Bush (84) What Happened: We started, we ran, we saw some SH*T, we stopped for beer and we finished – but you probably want to here the gory details, so read on. We were besieged with another beautiful day for our Tuesday activities and we were damn happy about it. I arrived at the parking lot early, since it was close, and spotted C*ckspur driving around aimlessly (never a good start) and looking for Just Elena so he could show her trail. Shortly after this spectacle P2F showed up with Rodeo and together they all took off for part unknown, but they promised to be back in time for start. Somewhere in some hole-in-the –wall convenience store there is a shortage of cheap water guns, because White Kane sucked them all up and was handing them out like candy. The entertainment commenced with OK Coral-like gun fights and the welcoming of virgins and first timers. Slit tossed poor AS1 into the fry (it was his 1st time so what else could she do) and let him simmer in the warm SH*T-y reception. Lube Me Up Scotty introduced us to Just Michelle, while Just Gary admitted that he made himself cum. Lastly Just Elena passed Just Steve into the mess before we sent her and the other Hares away; Elena is getting named so Just Steve’s poor little brain is going to get picked over. After the regular formalities the pack was off and blessed are those who followed Ass Ogre and 14K because they may never be seen again! As usual there was a steaming handful of stupidity on trail but I can’t remember any of it; wankers got lost, found trail, yada, yada, yada. Finish was at the parking lot at the end of the softball fields and the Hares made sure all of the gates were locked. So the agile pack tripped over the metal gate and stumbled merrily down the grassy path, to a place we like to call finish. And there was much rejoicing, and then we drank. We drank for hours, up lifting Sparks and Lites, like fraternity boys…you can make up the rest. And How’s Her Bush ran a neat and tidy circle then handed the proceeding over for the naming of Just Elena. This part is a bit fuzzy so bear with me – she said some things, answered some questions and we laughed about stuff. Then we had to split the pack between the two front-running names before we came up with a winner. So from now on, at the SH*T Hash – and in the world of Hashing, Just Elena Brooks will be known as My Little Baloney Pony. More stuff was said before we headed (head?) to the bar for another round of P2F against the establishment; the MAN is always trying to keep good Porn down. Please forget that I wrote that. On out Udder Ho
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