First of all, let your humble scribe say, if we wanted to do a Tink, Whoa, or Nads trail, we would show up for their trails. Outside of that, we had a wonderful trail that went through swamps in 90+ degree heat with alligator tracks in the mud. Then we hit a beer stop and got to see the hares again. All hell broke loose after that. The pack beat the two remaining hares to the second beer stop. Trust Me got to hash over a couple blocks (over and over) for about 30 minutes looking for trail...there was none since the hares were now part the pack...except for the hare that was driving around with Bimbo 4 Life trying to figure out where everyone was.

So...about an hour-forty into trail at the second beer stop, we decided to call it and just auto-hashed to the end. Well, I think everyone did except for Twisted Pair and Piggy Finger (or Kermit)..who decided they had to do a hashless hash to the end. There was a keg at the on-after and we showed it the love it deserved. Circle started slowly but picked up after the RA got properly lubricated. For some reason, we played a really slow version of Chinese Fire Circle...more like musical chairs. Not sure why anyone wanted to sit in my chair to soak up my butt secretions...but they did. I believe we had one virgin...and a four month old. There were many down-downs for stolen property, nerd names, wearing too many pairs of shorts at once, fucking up songs, having sun-burned titties, and various other offences.

At one point, one of the hot chics was heard saying, "balls shouldn't be on men" and "I like little ones." I'm not going to say who she was since I wouldn't want anyone thinking her man (who is in the desert) has small balls. I really want to protect Bona's identity. Oh...and she got teabagged later.

After much frivolity, we were served much food...I think we are to thank Sheep Thrills for that? I'm not sure, we were watching football, eating good grub, playing poker, and singing Kareoke at somebody's house. Oh, well, we were singing after they moved the poker to the rear anyway.

Did we come up with the weekend when we are having the analversary? I don't recall...I think I was drinking. Does it concern anyone else that Butt is supposed to lay trail and we've never made it to the end on trail when he hares? Hmm...I'm having surgery on my foot again next week, I think that may be good timing.

Anyway...another lengthy, un-entertaining installment of Trail Trash.

On-on to the next beer stop

Hasta Buyit...your semi-litterate whiner