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Trail #274: The Not a Porn to Fail Trail!
Burke, VA (2007-09-25)
Hares: Running Bare, Porn to Fail, Chasing the Beast, Naughty Pine
This trail was set up to be a back to back trail as the
après location for this trail would be the start for the Wednesday
Over the Hump Hash. This was the return of the infamous John Taylor.
Hermes in all his splendor trying to clear his tarnished Pecker, uh I
mean name…Boys will be boys, and by the sight of him and Chef Boy R
Dumb naked riding around finish sans clothes, wasn't pretty. Ass
Odor narrowly missed a tea-bagging by the aforementioned ChefBoyRDumb,
but there was no way he could have squatted that low to the ground at
least without breaking something like the wind. We had a pretty large
turnout. STD came back from Dong land and handed out dongs to all
interested parties, and had a shirt for the FBI and Porn to Fail.
Roll-On came out after he's been up here for almost a year. That
boy needs to get his priorities straight. We had a visitor from the
Peurto Rico H3 that our Hugh Heifer revitalized. Bitch-Ass Beat Down
venerably took over the reins after Hugh left PR and kept it
going…Now he's been transplanted up here, so I'm sure
we'll see more of his ass. OEWilly showed up with Das Boot after
she almost sliced off her big toe by kicking the shite out of a camp
stake. Lube me up Scotty was really showing her maternal side when she
learned a potential father was out hashing while his wife was in labor.
Either that or her whoremoans were in a ruckus…
So off the hares went, being sent off by nub. We continued behind the
shopping center and came to a check back that put us on the outside of
the mall's wooden fence and paralleled where we were. We went
through some housing, and came out to an intersection. The pack went
straight, and I went checking left. I came down to a dumpster that was
in front of a powerline. That was it…I was hooked. They had to be
going down here, so I kept pressing on and tried to box the pack in on
my right. I went down the line a bit and then cut into the
neighborhood. I came across a street called Blarney Stone. That
couldn't be a coincidence, and since I was feeling lucky, I made the
better choice. Go down to the end of Blarney Stone. And lo and behold,
I found flour. I knew I must have been way ahead of the pack. I
pressed on true trail, making sure not to mark the intersections
(everybody knows shortcutters should never mark intersections). I came
out on the power line I started from, and there was no flour. I knew
the hares hadn't tied in yet, so I was running around trying to
figure out where they would have gone, when I saw beer bitch and Fire in
the Cornhole. I thought he might be shortcutting as well, and he asked
me what I was doing there. I told him flour ran out and I was trying to
figger out the end, and he told me I was at the finish. All was good
with the world. I got a 35 minute run in and cold beer all to myself.
CornHole was pissed at me for shortcutting, not surprised, and sent me
off to fetch my car, warning me of the Po-Po up on the next level doing
paperwork. I got back to Start and had to lead in Free Pussy with
Clitty Litter (that's ironic, isn't it?) and Ass Odor. They
followed me to finish and we awaited the pack…Again we got accosted
by the police with a neighborhood anthraxing. AHHB went back from the
safety of the pack to go speak with the Police. He came back without
bracelets. We conducted circle, and was breaking up when another Po-Po
came by. We broke up and headed on to Glory Days.
On Out,
14kt
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