Hash Trash PH3 #1114
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So those of us who were not in the mood to get kidnapped by PWD for Trust Me decided it was a wonderful day for a theme hash. And what better theme than our annual tribute to the man who perfected the toilet flush? Another bonus was that it started at East Lake station. Some of us took advantage of this and hashed SMARTA this week.
After a quick chalk talk, which was:
1) thankfully not done in spray poop, but with actually chalk, and
2) contained a mark that looked suspiciously like S&M, (supposedly WS upside down but we were skeptical), we were off.
Almost immediately we were hightailing it on railroad track, and then...more railroad track...and then, yes more railroad tr..wait a minute where was the last mark? Damn false trail. Some of us were following a really fast and young second timer Just Jonathan, and he didn't notice the CB 5. And wouldn't you know it, just as I'm making good time("Who is that guy in the yellow shirt in front of me"-One Ball), false trail turns me into an SOBer once again. Oh well...
Much of the next part of trail is a blur as lots of road rage transpired. I noted that it probably is appropriate to get hashit at this particular themed hash. I know we went through 2 or 3 residential parks, and traipsed through the legendary hippie commune off of McClendon, or was that Moreland...damn I get those confused...anyway, I hadn't been there since Skid Marks' legendary Full Moon trail 5 years ago, so that was pretty cool. No Wicca witches casting spells on us this time though.
Eventually we finally finished our huge 6 mile (some said)circular trail into the ON IN at the lovely abode of Snail Ball. Some of the highlights of the end: enjoying the Coffee Bean and Spermier handiwork on Snail Ball's new shed, watching Ink Spot literally bounce off the walls of said shed, consuming the lovely poop cake(complete with candy corn for effect), and the wonderful giveaways during down-downs (speaking of Down-Downs, our MIA JM Kaptain Krash had his from a can of Keystone Light he left at the beerstop from the Pinelake #1050...found a few weeks back by Itchicoochie on trail. Yes, that can of Keystone had been sitting outside, exposed to the elements, for nearly 15 months!). Most people got these lovely plastic animals with severe bowel problems. I was lucky to get the best gift of all--The Dog Poop calendar!!! You know you want to see it! Thanks to everyone for a wonderful time, and can't wait for the next Crappy hash!
On-out!
Yassir Creamer
After a quick chalk talk, which was:
1) thankfully not done in spray poop, but with actually chalk, and
2) contained a mark that looked suspiciously like S&M, (supposedly WS upside down but we were skeptical), we were off.
Almost immediately we were hightailing it on railroad track, and then...more railroad track...and then, yes more railroad tr..wait a minute where was the last mark? Damn false trail. Some of us were following a really fast and young second timer Just Jonathan, and he didn't notice the CB 5. And wouldn't you know it, just as I'm making good time("Who is that guy in the yellow shirt in front of me"-One Ball), false trail turns me into an SOBer once again. Oh well...
Much of the next part of trail is a blur as lots of road rage transpired. I noted that it probably is appropriate to get hashit at this particular themed hash. I know we went through 2 or 3 residential parks, and traipsed through the legendary hippie commune off of McClendon, or was that Moreland...damn I get those confused...anyway, I hadn't been there since Skid Marks' legendary Full Moon trail 5 years ago, so that was pretty cool. No Wicca witches casting spells on us this time though.
Eventually we finally finished our huge 6 mile (some said)circular trail into the ON IN at the lovely abode of Snail Ball. Some of the highlights of the end: enjoying the Coffee Bean and Spermier handiwork on Snail Ball's new shed, watching Ink Spot literally bounce off the walls of said shed, consuming the lovely poop cake(complete with candy corn for effect), and the wonderful giveaways during down-downs (speaking of Down-Downs, our MIA JM Kaptain Krash had his from a can of Keystone Light he left at the beerstop from the Pinelake #1050...found a few weeks back by Itchicoochie on trail. Yes, that can of Keystone had been sitting outside, exposed to the elements, for nearly 15 months!). Most people got these lovely plastic animals with severe bowel problems. I was lucky to get the best gift of all--The Dog Poop calendar!!! You know you want to see it! Thanks to everyone for a wonderful time, and can't wait for the next Crappy hash!
On-out!
Yassir Creamer
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