HASH TRASH Unassigned again?...Rudy.....

5 Bucks invited the hashers into another warehouse parking lot, at least, there wasn't any security cameras. Oh, those would have been broken a long time ago any who in this locale. 5 bucks brought out a lot of his UF co-players, of course, they are all in great shape. Damn athletes; pfft. Fiddler had a challenge for FRB this night, oh wait, no Fiddler. He sent in 59 Minutes Left, Wanna Talk? to uphold the family FRB throne. I think the dog slowed him down. He was dethroned.

5 Bucks gave his chalk talk. He covered all runners/walkers this evening. Yes, a marked walking trail. We still Zened. Can you actually Zen on a walking trail. It's pretty much a straight shot and runners still beat us to the 1st BS. Damn runners. pfft. Back to chalk talk. Ok, it's 5 bucks and he's doing a T E Split. Your insane to follow the Eagle; it's 5 Bucks. He does 3 miles to everybody else's 1 mile. Do the Turkey.

More Chalk Talk Thankfully, Cliff showed up long enough to point out to

5 Bucks he was missing four important letters. Yes, leave it to a runner to forget the 4 letters everybody else lives for at the HASH; Write the letters BN and BS on your palm next time.

Rudy Christen the Hare and he's off; oh wait; were forgetting something; who are all these hashers? I think there were more Justs than named hashers tonight, but we fixed that at the end. We've been waiting and Hummers finally found time to show up with Just Jason Who will be forever known as.....oh wait till the end of trash and don't read ahead.

Ya, I know the excitement is killin ya. I go back Full time at work next week and won't have time to make up this shit again.

Rudy introduced all the virgins and visiting hashers and we were on-out.

Running trail is a little vague to me for some reason, but here's what I remember...like it was just yesterday......scratch chin....

The runners come to a check and then they all start climbing over an 8 foot fence, if you can recollect at the beginning of Trash I mentioned a "DOG".  I always wondered to myself on those thoughtful 30 minutes while I took a crap reading the paper in the restroom at work. Can dogs fly?

Well, the answer is an absolutely f***ing "YES"! I was stunned; (not really seriously were hashers; we see it all, but I think it adds some flare to the tale) to see the before mentioned dog flying over the 8 foot fence. And yet, you wonder with that dedication; how did 59 Minutes lose the FRB? Well, I tell you how; that FRB necklace weighs a freakin ton.

So I digress back to trail, the runners enjoy a good run through SLU. A hasher actually tried to follow the trail set across a fountain. It's 5 bucks! He runs so fast he doesn't have time to sink into the water. Go around!

We made the first BS at the Compton Heights water tower. 5$ (ya I know, it took me this long in the trash to use the abbreviated version of 5 Bucks; BITE ME!) finagled a deal with the tower keeper; probably a case of sweet nectar from AB; to keep it open late for hashers to run up stairs to check out the city lights. It was a quick looksey. No beer allowed, so hashers had to double time it back down to get a quench their thirst.

Hare was off to set trail; oh I don't know...where are we...hmmm. Tower Grove Park....A quick run into TGP for the 2nd BS. The appearance of runners at the 2nd BS started on with large numbers showing, but some were MIA. Again, take the Turkey; jeez.  They all finally all convened at the second locale and the hare was on-out. It was a lengthy run back to the start and the hare being so thoughtful set trail past a Bar; Genius! A few hashers designated it a HH; Double Genius!!; enjoyed a few brewskies and waited for the pack to all show up. Too many Justs to have them wondering around lost in this friendly STL neighborhood.

BTW we walkers were back at start hangin with the vehicles; beerless; mental note: small Large cooler, fill with beverages; attach to chair.

It's now a roaming BS wherever Lazy is. Triple Genius!!!

The pack makes it back to circle. It was a hot night and a lot of sweaty hashers. Some of the hasherettes took off their sweaty shirts. 

Yes!!!!!! there is a god. What? Sports bras...damn technology damn....

But we have virgins...we have virgins...at the hash...at the hash....

I could drag this out; but I do believe I've been doing a fine ass job of that already.

Dicks out for the chicks and Tits out for the chicks was a; dare I say it "A no show" except for one virgin slightly showing the top portion of her nice ass; but you had to look quick. Yes; it was the unmentionable phrase "Lame joke at the hash night"; Ugh!

A lot of people called into circle for their down down song and then "Significant run night" came upon us. I was beginning to think everybody was going to be called in circle; but the chosen ones tonight were

59 Minutes Left, Wanna Talk?  10

Bozo's Wet Dream 25

Five Bucks, Five Bucks, Five Bucks 50

Just Brad L. (Fist in Her Furry Ass) 10

Keyless Entry 69

All had their respective cranium bands christen with the sweat/stank left on the bodies of the chosen ones. Egad. Really! And then wrapped around their cranium.  Ahhh, nice.

Ok finally, we have lost a Just tonight; Just Jason is no longer with us. A story of Just Jason came out of Bungle; Something to do with a shit and Battlestar Galactica; Someone can fill in more here [I said here] He is now forever to be known in the world of HASH as BattleShit Galactica..............

YaY, the Named now out number the Justs once again at the HASH. I can now grab another beer knowing that all is in alignment once again at the HASH .

I'm outta here.

On-On

Lazy Ass

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