Gee
whiz. You want me to generate hash
trash? You're gluttons for sure. I grapple, but ok, here goes.... Hope its not
too generic for you guys. Not a lot of
gibberish either. And no gibing, girding
or groaning, or I'll never write trash again.
Catch my glint?? Just be
gracious. Grant me my 15 mins and be gone. Grin and
bare it.
So we
arrived at Fenton City Park, and we drove in and looked for a Canadian with a
bunch of hashers in one of lots... and we drove in and looked for a Canadian
with a bunch of hashers in one of lots... and then we drove in and looked for a
Canadian with a bunch of hashers in one of lots... and ok... you get the
picture... it was a long way in. But
then we gathered!! And there was much rejoicing! I did happen to notice one strapping young
tall handsome virgin. Our happy hares,
2FC and Just Gina... I mean Weenie Bank... or er... Weiner Warmer... or um...
Boobie Bun... or... um yea, Weiner Barn, looked reasonably dry for such a hot
night. Their legs were splotchy and red,
but still... reasonably dry was probably a good sign.
Our reliable
RA Rudy circled us up promptly @ 7:00.
Like he always does. Traditional
group grope... well sort of... PMS brought a fancy little tri-pod that made
groping less complicated and faster... well, at least it was SUPPOSED to make
groping less complicated. Who wants
anything but a gadded, gleeful grope anyway??
Anything less? A gainly gaffe
leaving us galled. Did I mention the one
strapping young tall handsome virgin?
Hares away and then we narrowed down the choices of names for Just Gina
from about 500 to nearly 5. You'll have
to ask her for the list though, if you really want to know them all. I personally voted for Boobgyna - or
something like that. But Gladdy, and his
gorgeous, glorious sense of imagination, once again prevailed with the Weiner
Barn... presumably because her boobs would make such a nice warm wet spot for
the animals. J
I
generalize, but trail was grand. Long
enough. Dry enough. For your feet anyway. Genital... I mean genial. (blink blink). No ghettos.
We
giggled. Not much poison ivy AND plenty of
shiggy. Strippers. Heard
one was
great on the pole. ~Quite
glamorous~ 2BCs AND 2 BSs!!
Couple of
hashers got lost... we're talking way out there... all the way to 141! But I won't mention any names. Did I already mention the one strapping young
tall handsome virgin? A few hashers
actually fell down.
No gore or
gimping though. One sort of gently
passed out at the end of the night. But
again, I won't mention any names. About
the only thing ALL the hashers did was sweat.
And I mean, gargantuan sweat!
Gawd! It was HOT and HUMID.
The
gist: Circle was, gaseous! No, I mean, great... or um... genius...
no, no...
gextended. Yea. Gextended.
That's the word. J The virgins.
All flashed. And those d***s...
gasp... good golly...
gigantic...
especially that tall one. Did I already
mention that one
strapping
young tall handsome virgin? Ricky and
the RA were nominated
for not
nominating when Ricky wore new shoes on Saturday. BA was nominated for something.... Gosh... so
many hashers were nominated. Now I can't
remember who won or why. Something to do
with a gerbil and a geyser I think. Glad
I missed it. It was gemutlich. There was much gelation! A real gem.
Genuine. That's all I remember. That and the tall handsome virgin... did I
already mention him? :) You'll have to
excuse me
now... I feel a little giddy. Think I
lost my girdle. Have
to glide
along.
I've talked
gammon enough. Excuse the garble. Its genetic.
But before I go, let me gamble and say, Garcon... bring me another
Ganymede, quick.
I'm suffer a
gaping gasket and fear gangrene. If this
makes you want to gargle, suggest a gnarly gastronome instead. Oh, and more
beer for all
the
hashers!! Godspeed to you.
.