february 6, 2006
hare: oh shit
land of milk and honey hash 
bay and laguna

oh shit managed to pick up some other co-hares to help
in his evening's escapade.  namely, banana in public,
splat, captain cooter, and circle jerk.  because when
trail goes bad, it's much better to share the blame.  

pack took off through marina land, and dodged lap dogs
and latte swilling folk through both union and
chestnut.  which hill is he going to make us climb? 
this one?  no.  how about this one over here?   no. 
oh well, i guess we'll head back towards the palace of
fine arts.  am i on the eagle or the turkey?  i can't
tell, it's either an "e" or the arrows have grown
balls.  check at the palace.  hand job 4 humanity and
whoracle stopped at the check to chat with fellow
check watchers, only to discover they're not hashers! 
you guys look just like my drunk, halfmind friends,
butt alas, you are regular runners with no beer for us
to drink.

trail went by the yacht club and out on the spit. 
nutlicker got herself very excited thinking about the
yacht that was waiting to take her away.  no yacht. 
only honey wine, and mysterious milky creamy shots. 
reminder to all hashers, you must carry a bottle
opener or corkscrew at all times on your person. 
overheard at the check.  "don't break my key!"  "how
about we just break the bottleneck?"  "it's too hard,
it won't go in!"    were these people really working
on the corkscrew issue??

we go back down the spit, refreshed from the fantastic
view.   trail says to head to van ness for
beer....isn't van ness past the start?  surely they
must be joking....

smart hashers stop at safeway to buy beer to avoid van
ness.  deadbeat's daughter, just meredith, graciously
offers to buy beer for all her dad's wierd friends. 
i'll give you $, but you need to buy it, cause i'm
only a freshman, and i might get carded.  we owe you,
just meredith!

pack returns to laguna and bay to find out that keg
really is staying at van ness and if we're thirsty and
want cheetoes, we must relocate.  grumbling ensues
until motormount offers chauffeur service, complete
with champagne and lap dances in the aztec.  

captain cooter's backyard turned into hash haven. 
down-downs were conducted by motormount.

splat got in trouble for sharing bodily fluids.  with
whom?  with what?

bareback mountain or broken mount (notes are messy)
and the other white meat both drank, OWM went to elk
piss, nv for a cowboy poetry reading.  wranglers and
sensitivity, what else does a girl need?

oh shit drank the first of many down-downs and
received the hash shit.

other white meat drank again for letting titless tell
her how to pick up guys.

oh shit drank again.

captain o drank for having a private party by himself.
 it is a social event, please try to incorporate your
dialogue with other hashers next time, okay?

oh shit drank.

bitch's bitch drank for competitive running.

oh shit drank.

captain o found a new slave.  just rob is now ball
slave!  imitation really is the sincerest form of
flattery....

oh shit drank with all his other hares.

sherlock got booed.

just priscilla told us all that elvis made her cum. 
he really is alive!  
'
just jane is captain cooter's neighbor, and decided to
join in the festivities, rather than call the
authorities.

a hasher returned, and claimed her new name, meat
locker.  here's to meat locker, she's a hasher, she's
true blue.....

keg was drank, vitamin j was consumed, and the strong
made it to the horseshoe for beers.  

the end
do me decimal