Then there were the virgins..they just keep getting better every week. The Big Hump introduced Hashing to Just Cassie, Just Licia and Just Connie. It was just fine.too bad we didn't have the good camera with us that night.

Postage Tramp and Still Just F*cking Tom (his virgin hare) were our hares for the evening. The hashers didn't complain of the heat or the venue - St. Charles, but there was much complaining about leading the pack right through a bunch of Poison Ivy. My Boy Scout instincts said run away, but my hasher instinct said, WTF.

Aside from the poison ivy, the trail itself was pretty non-descript. There was a turkey/eagle split. Humper asked at the beer stop if all our trails were this poor. Zen artist, PMS blindly led one virgin and two newbies the wrong way. She was convinced she knew the way, because she had seen the map of trail from Postages' e-mail from Still Just F*cking Tom. Will she ever learn? After much whistle blowing to signal them to the beer stop, the four oompa loompa's finally caught up with the pack to have a cold one before on-outing.

Circle saw many a down-down as we toasted our hares. FRB's were Sit n' Spin, Duzzn't Cum, Humper and Whiney Bitch. Just Licia couldn't sing a short song or tell a short joke..yeah!! Hashshit went to our Zen artist extraordinaire PMS.

ON-AFTER. The on-after was at Still Just F*cking Tom's home away from home, Parrot's - where everybody knows his name. Nearly everyone went to the on-after. We drank $4 pitchers and ate large chick wings. We had appearances from Hycoxia (after waking him up) and Just Kristy's lesser half, Just Kris.

All and all.just another itchy shitty trail

ON ON

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