The Hare:  

Outgoing JGM Twatnot.cum

The Hounds:  

A Whole Toilet Bowl Full: Assma, Bitch 'N Hoe, KFC, Dickless Armstrong, FC, Safe, Iron Lady, Where’s, Crash, 2 Fingers, Groper, Bunny, Spike, Hawaiian Hasher, Knees, Fugawee, and “Some New Dude, You Idiot”.  Sorry to have left some of you out but didn’t realize I’d be on-sec at the time. Corrections to be published in a future trash (See Social Commentary Below).

The Run 

Someone predicted a marathon run, but it really wasn’t; only a training run probably closer to 7 miles.  The sanctity of the hare’s name was threatened to Little Magot. 

Off we go around the Mercer Slough on boardwalks and trails.  Nice spring day, nice stroll.  But then the trail went into the streets of Bellevue onward toward hash friendly country (NOT) Beaux Arts Village.  But did the trail go there in hopes of tormenting the natives?  NO!! We skirted the area ON FRIGGIN STREETS and finally found a beer check at the top of a hill in a yuppie neighborhood park.  We left the remaining beer in plain sight to give Bellevue parents something to worry about.  Too bad there was no extra porn to leave.  From there it was a short (relatively speaking) few miles back home where most hounds ignored “a big honkin’” arrow to the street and stuck to the trails and boardwalks of the slough taking the long way home.

DOWN DOWNS 

The hare for a run that sucked; and the hare for being the JGM that forgot he had this run and forgetting his own officers. 

Backsliders:  Dickless Armstrong

Visitor: Booba lube(?) aka Hawaiian Visitor

Assma: Gentleman-like behavior on the run

Missing the Beer Check: BNH, KFC, Fugawee, FC

Damn, I poured plenty of down downs but don’t remember why?  C’est le vie  (oops that’s French and politically incorrect these days – tough bollocks, like someone gives a damn other than Dim Sum)

THE ENTERTAINMENT 

The two rug rats in attendance at the Tacoma Hash, the “adult” hash.  Sacre’ Bleu!  (oops, there’s that Frenchie stuff again!)  Add Oreo cookies and what a fun mess as long as you didn’t have to clean up those little buggers.  Then there was Little Murph acting like a little puppy dog, so cute while lapping up spilt beer from the pavement.  Betcha they were doing it doggie style when he was conceived!  Woof! 

THE NEWLY ERECTED: 

JGM’s:  Bunny Phu Phu and Groper (now who’s the bitch that’s going to be Grand Mattress or will they take turns?  Hmmmm?)

Hash Cash: Crash

Religious Advisor: Knees Wide Open (who in her first spiritual task, rebaptized Assma!)

On Sec: Lady Two Fingers

Beer Wanker: Magot (teach him for not showing up!)

Hash Flash: Twat

THE PISS-UP, ETC. 

Hooters, oh boy!  And with a fight on the 200+ TV’s.  Wow, the testosterone in that place! Maybe that’s why 100db kept interrupting our dinner with her social calls!  Afterwards, a few wayward souls made it to Assma’s new abode. 

SOCIAL COMMENTARY: 

I, 2 fingers, graciously volunteered to be TH3’s on-sec and vow to do a better job than the previous on-secs by promising a minimum of TWO trashes during my term. The trashes will be irregular, irreverent, and irreconcilable with some truths and many lies.  Those who do not like them are welcome to write their own and will have plenty of opportunity to do so since I’m only promising TWO trashes!  I’m halfway there!

DID YOU KNOW 

It only takes 2 pints of beer to make a person 25% more attractive; whereass, it takes 4 glasses of wine for the same effect.  Beer goggles are better than wineglasses!  Drink more beer!  See what I  mean?!!

HASH PERSONALS: 

SWF looking for man/woman with season Mariner tickets.  Send tickets first, photos

later!  L2f

UNSCRUPULOUS ADVERTISING 

Full Moon Run 4/16/2003 6:30 Museum of History and Industry Seattle.

Hares: BOT, Two Fingers, 100 db.  In honor of tax day and those who lost their shirts,

the theme of this run is topless!!!

THOUGHT FOR THE DAY 

Duh?

LIMERICKS