JUST LAYS THERE SAYS..... Here's The Hash Trash Ya Faggots!

 

 

 

 
 Here is my version of Hash Trash for Trail 664 - Blue Marsh - October 22, 2006   Our hash began with much excitement on a fine fall, Sunday  afternoon.  Just Gary was so excited that he forgot to get his head out of the way when he closed the trunk of his car.  Luckily for him, Between Dicks was just as excited to have a reason to not run the trail and came to his rescue.  The two spent the afternoon at the hospital.  Just Gary has 13 stitches to show for it.  Hmmm...maybe it's time for Just Gary to be named.  A few names to consider:  Oozing head, Headbanger, Bighead.  Any others?   Among our hashers, we had several virgins.  Two of them bimbos.  Just Jen loved frolicking in the creeks and Just Tiffany resorted to using Fart's pocket knife to cut her running pants into shorts. These girls were made for hashing.  Just Kelly #2 continues to love hashing; in fact, she brought a new boot today, but I forget his name (SORRY!)  Back to trail...  The rascally hares took us on a wild hare chase.  Crossing a creek only to encounter a big "F"  Back through the creek and nice muddy marsh land, we trekked to our first beer near.  Then up rock ridden shiggy mountains to our final destination, where we were met with hot chili and cold suds. Decoy and Pulls Out Early, thanks for a great day :) On-on,  Just Lays There
 

Other notes from DECOY:

Other Notes: 
 
  • Just Gary -- 13 stitches in his head. 
     
  • Four dogs on trail, or 3 dogs and dog that has been injected with horse DNA.
     
  • Number of water crossings = 5. 
     
  • Number of water crossing that were really necessary if you followed the bike path instead of true trail:  0.
  • Just Tiffany cut off the bottom of her sweat pants after they became water-logged.  I saved them for auction
  • Number of times 'Lick My Truck' told us that the hash saved his life = countless.
  • Amount of beer and chili consumed by the dogs.... let's just say I thank the dear Lord in heaven, that I'm not going to be cleaning up their shit tomorrow.
  • Number of versus of 'Jesus' sang -- just one.  Sadly.
  • Number of ticks I found this morning on my legs = 1.  I'll let you know if I see the bullseye again this time.