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Hare Blessings
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Big Foozy Balls and Shitty Name
Brought us out for the return of the baseball game

We abandoned the of our Saturday plans
To prove we are really big fans

We brough our trash to turn into treasure
And some raunchy portn to give us some pleasure

Reapeat after me:

Bless these hare, yadda, yadda, yadda, yaddd....

Ship Wrecktum


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Hash Trash(es)
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Shitty Name & Big Foozy Balls were the "semi-live" hares, Metawhorical Sunshine was the FRB & Taint Tickler was the FBI and PublicHer won the Brainless Award.

Dab

So I was busy and wasn't able to write the trash for Saturday in a timely manner. I'll admit that was a bit careless since Saturday was Bag Floozy Boils virgin lay. So without further adieu here is the trail from what I remember 5 days later....

Beg Fleazy Bales was trashed at the start and passed out during hare blessing. Shitty Name threw him over his shoulder and got a 69 minute head start. In the meantime we agreed to make up a story on how his trail went so he wouldn't feel bad. The following is what actually happened. Trail started with a hash note at the bar that was less than a mile away from the start. The note said that in order to get to the next check we had to infiltrate a foreign race of people and find out what it would take to harvest their unobtanium while not "making the bond" with the hot blue chick with a hair fetish. Easier said than done so we got really lost and some walkers turned back. That was a big mistake because they wandered into a parking garage and a fanatical lunatic kidnapped them and sewed all 12 of them ass to mouth. Needless to say they were pissed by the time they made it back to end circle. Meanwhile I had decided that I would start showing off my tits at that hash since they looked particularly bouncy that day and at a tit check a bystander was so happy he invited us to a cheap vodka party in his hotel room. Next thing you know there was jello wrestling in the kiddie pool, his boy Blue died, and we went streaking down Bayshore. After we were done we picked up trail and realized that Flazy must have woken up because we saw happy faces and messages written where plops were supposed to be. We followed the train tracks and saw a PBR stop on the fence not realizing that it was probably from an old Spicy trail. We ventured further into the woods until we met a hungry looking angry girl mumbling about a glittery vampire and an under aged werewolf so we back tracked and found true trail. At end circle there was a hash raffle and the Pen won most of the prizes including one where he got to go to a special school run by a British person where his powers would be strengthened and it may also involve mutants or wizards (take your pick). We hung out with some interesting characters at the on after. Napoleon, Billy the Kid, Joan of Arc, Socrates, and Genghis Kahn along with two random surfer dudes bumbling about a presentation and a White Stallion. Once again it was just another shitty trail.

On-I watch too many movies.-On

Inda Linda

P.S.-Big Foozy Balls

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