It was a cold and snowy day in Warner Vegas but a nice crowd showed up to see Hasta's man-candy in his tight sweatpants. I'm not sure about numbers I think there was about 42 at the start and 28 or so in circle...RIP the lost 14.

We had two virgins, one of whom was paid to say she was Hurls for Girls woman. They both seemed to be game for trail and stared at us like we were nuts for most of the circle...course, we are used to that.

The trail had two turkey-eagle splits and a special checkback for those who found it. I hope they realized they were 40 yards from the turkey when they saw it. As the hare, I don't usually get to see much of what's happening on trail cause I'm in front of the pack (or at least I hope the hare is in front of the pack). However, yesterday I could see the walkers still when I was a mile into laying trail. Also, the walkers were at the beer check and the runners had not arrived yet...so I got to sit in the woods and watch the festivities as the walkers stayed at the Beer Stop for a long time...as they should.

The circle started slowly but down-downs picked up as the RA got greased a little (you think I mean by drinking don't you). We did down-down's for FRB, DFL, and DNFs. I remember doing one for reusing trail...somebody had to lay it right. Franken had a birthday and we should have made him a cake but I forgot to bring the eggs. Bona got the Hash Shit...as far as I can tell because he didn't want to hear Jungle whine about getting it again. Rectal drank for not getting laid...how was this news? There was some great flash photography in circle and we expect to see it on the website soon.

Anyway, much like this trash, circle drug on and on until the sun went down and it started getting really cold and then we swung low (and sang a song too) and went in peace.

Your Hash Dick,
Hasta Buyit

On-on to the next beer stop

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Jungles Version:

We have arrived @ the juncture in the temporal flux for justification for polysyllabic-ness:

Bona became the recipeint of our oh so belov-ed hashit secondary to our mock, female superior positioned, dramatized rendition of melodic sitting devices as the G eneral M astbator, BHN, did procure my woeful camping sitting device the moment he completed his imbibing of the sacred nectar. Whilst this activity is particularly legal and doth have the proclivity to engender interesting facial expressions, the true hue of my topmost keratinized locations did evidence itself. I had quickly come to the conclusion that my sitting device could indeed bear our combined weights and egos, thus propelling myself onto said Big Gay Bear in act which clearly did shock and most probably frighten him. As I escaped the propulsion of the mantle onto my earthly vehicle and dismounted from BGB BHN, I caused the separation of seam to sitting device's would-be pedal rest area. As my dearest Bona realized the destruction incurred to all two inches of the fabric, he was astutely
(sp?) and immediately overheard by Flip Her as exclaiming, " Oh great. Now I'm gonna haveta sew that back together when we get home!"

Minus the multitude of obnoxious syllables, it's true that he was willing to, for the love of GOD, not hear me whine more~ BUT...it's really as simple as this: Bona earned the Hashit for being Martha's next Apprentice.

(I LOVE my man)

Love, yer Pussie