PUGET SOUND HASH

RUN NO. 587 JAN 4, 2003

About 15 wankers showed up for the first run of 2003 in order to either have an epiphany, share an epiphany or learn how to spell epiphany. The solo hare snoballs had an epiphany at 7:30 that morning as the hash god’s decided to piss down as the hare laid trail. His epiphany was, and I quote; “Fuck this shit, let’s just go drink beer and hang out in the hot tub”.

The first run of the year but there was never any doubt when the hare explained how he had cleverly hung about a dozen “holiday living dream” genuine acrylic stars on the trail which could be redeemed at the end for valuable prizes.

The hounds met at Grandview park, the scene of many pshhh debacles in the past. But not this time. The hare notified everyone that this was an a to b run. This added about 15 min to the late start as hounds tried to figure out what to put in their bags. Ra PUSS SUCKER gave an appropriate blessing for such an infamous day, and the hounds were off. Well, most of them. Fucking crazy and groper seemed to be confused by all which was happening or was it just a ploy to see if the hounds were off on a big fucking circle jerk.

Trail left from the baracade which announced that the park was closed. Perfect for the hash. Hounds hit an arrow and check in the woods which really screwed things up. Trail wound back to the socker field where ASS MA was the first to blow right by the star hanging on the men’s room door. First epiphany missed. A major check was scattering the hounds in all directions as intended.

FRB ASS MA found true trail which was heading towards the famous Kent landfill. Rottnkok was seen once again making a clean break for where he though “B” was; SnoBalls house. WRONG WRONG WRONG.

Trail actually weaved through the gently rolling fields until it went into a gully of shiggy. Then down down down to a wonderful trail of blown down alder trees. Trail eventually came out on to a serviced road for the mega river view housing development. Either rottnkok or Just a little Prik picked up a star hanging on an abandoned hoover upright vacuum cleaner. What a clever hare!!!!

At this point they could see the hare with the beer who arrived only a moment before the joint frb’ers Family Jewels and Ass Ma. A fine Canadian lager and salty delivery devices were served at the beer check. As soon as the piss was gone and with Haft Ast closing in, the hounds took off back towards the development and winded around and ended up at earthwork park where the hare started hauling the wet cold stinking hounds back to “A”.

The Piss UP was at SnoBalls abode. A fine spread of custom baked beans and hot buttered garlic bread accompanied by chips ,beer, and a fire completed this run of the year hash. Oh yes, and a fired up hot tub which Puss Sucker managed to cool off immediately and then required more heating before the other wanks would get in.

A fine circle was conducted by our solo JGM Where’s with assistance from Gallopin. First order of business was rewarding the epiphany finders with gold coins and incense. Apparently Costco was fresh out of Muir A surprise award went to Rottnkok whose epiphany star had a numer 3 on it, symbolizing the three wise guys of epiphany fame. He got a great CD of Ozark Banjo masters, the obligatory string of broken Christmas tree lights, and a can of paddington ale. He could hardly contain himself.

Our usual late cumer, Dim SUM, whom had been competing in some race on Tiger Mtn, was rewarded with a bag full of 35mm slides that SnoBalls had taken of the run a few hours earlier. What Service!!

Let’s see, Lady Muff Diver graced us with his presence and willingness to coordinate some new hash trash apparel for all us deserving hounds. Haft Ast got a DD for arriving last at the beer check and thus getting no beer. Dandy Dick for just showing up. Other’s in attendance but maintaining a some what low profile were; thumper, short cummings, groper, just a little prick, ass ma, puss sucker, family jewels, dandy, fc, and chilly willy as well as our JGM Where’s, once again on his own. Maybe he’s now our GRAND MASTER since the other joint seems to be a rarity these days.

The hare has a pile of shit left behind from the run, the most interesting being Dim Sum’s 2003 itinerary consisting of 8 pages of single spaced size 6 font. This is one busy mother…..

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