A Tale of two Twins – a hash story

Hares: Darth & Bad Setting: The chilly carpark at Muhlenberg K-Mart

President: Swampthing

Trash: Me

The Story

Once upon a time, in a Hooters where the boobs were small, the bums were big, and the brains were really, really tiny, there was an Apres. The hashers had gathered to drink and eat, but woe is us, we have Lisa, the waitress with the tinest, weaniest brain of all. Darth and Bad have told Lisa they are twins to make her go away, but it only makes her ask more questions about their twin-ness. Darth is offended, but I’m on Lisa’s side. They both have white hair, they are tall, older, and look like they slept together as kids. Swamp was also made to stand on a chair as women with small breasts sang happy birthday to him. But, as no-one got naked, who cares. Anyway, I digress – back to the beginning.

It is a cold and window parking lot at Walmart where the very few – Girly, Polly Has tits, Horn, Swamp, and myself have gathered. We are off on yellow chalk across 5^th Street. No one dies, but no one has see a mark either. Through the middle of the mall, wher eall the markets have been taken down (surprise surprise). A brief visit to Rt. 61 before clambering on the ever reliable railway track. At the fork, we go right where a weird looking geezer tells us a train is coming. What the hell is he doing on the track? As it turns out, the weird bastard is right – and the back is forced to huddle in the bushes as the speedy freight train rumbles by. Good thing we did as 20 yards further up is a “F”. Great! Back we go! Glad we waited for the train!

Back up the other track, around the dead truck yard for Dietrich trucks…. Back up 5^th Street where we started predicting après sites. Hooters – no goes other way. Bumbling around the high school and getting stuck in the quicksand they call a running track… Must be Margaritas – no there’s a big whopping “F”. Oh well, back down Kutztown Rd, where we find Hinkle running ‘round like a headless pansy all dressed in pink. Up until this time, the pace had been somewhat respectable. Now the whole thing went to hell in a hand basket. Luckily, Hinkel had done the entire trail (and a few exta miles just for training). So we were able to bypass some of the nasty hills and exertion and end-up back at the cars.

Yay! Off to Hooters with the twins to look for breasts, bottoms, and brains. It was a fun hash.