Okay, so Bitch 'N Hoe asked me to write the trash for this week.  Only thing
is, I didn't do the actual run.  I WAS there though, so I will write what I
remember :o)

I left Puyallup and stop by Fred Meyer to pick up a six pack and the cashier
tells me I am not old enough to buy alcohol......I'm thinking that the pastel
yellow shirt, the pastel pink sweatpants and the pastel curly ribbons in my
hair might have a bit to do with that.  He swore my Guam Drivers License was
a fake, so I had to break out some other ID before he would sell it to me. 
When he found out I was a few years older than 21, he laughed and asked why
I was dressed the way I was, so of course I had to put a plug in for our
"drinking club with a running problem."  Then, I show up at the box at
2:15pm, thinking I will be first because I still don't know how to judge how
long it will take me to get anywhere (you have to remember, I'm recently from
Guam where the top speed limit is 35 MPH)........nope, COSMO, the dumba$$
from outer space that he is, is laying in his truck bed talking to his
mother on his cell phone because he thought the run was at 2pm instead of
3pm.  Next to arrive were two Red Neck Easter Bunnies aka JUST DARREN and
SODOMY in cutoffs and mullets with bunny ears to boot.  After that a whole
bunch of people trickled in.  We circled up and had two virgin hounds, ANGIE
and NAI, to welcome to our group.  We had some visiting hashers from Okinawa
and Pikes Peak, CO (who I got some awesome sweatpants with hash feet off of
for $5-they were NOT on his body I might add)  BNH and BAG O' PORN showed us
the marks, complete with Easter eggs and the hounds were off.  I jumped into
BNH's vehicle at this point to meet the hounds at the first beer check.

They came in wet from the creek they had to go thru in a zig zag pattern and
were greeted with paper plates which they had to place on their heads and
draw a bunny on without looking.  Some smarta$$ (sorry cant remember WHICH
one) decided the TYPE of head (Who said Head?) was not specified, and used
that as a loop hole.  The eggs that would have been there for people to find
were missing due to a mini hound, TRISTAN (webmattress note in defense of Cums Everywhere, aka Tristan.  The eggs at the beer check were for HIM to find because the rest of the hounds had ample opportunity on trail to find their eggs!  Bon Bon also had her turn at gathering eggs at the beer check.)  , finding almost all of them before
the regular hounds came in.  Winners were BBM and TWATNOT.CUM.  They each
got a gigantic chocolate bar and BBM got a WD 40 can that was actually a
radio, "Batteries Not Included" (anyone else ever see that movie with
Jessica Tandy?), and TWATTY got a bottle of car shampoo (hey can you come
wash my car?)  NI, having to relieve herself went behind a bunch of big
rocks to piss and jiggle, and everyone shouted "NI, We know what you're
doing" in a sing song voice........NI, WELCOME to the Tacoma Hash!  GROPER
had technology on the hash (shame, shame) trying to give BUNNY PHU PHU
directions.........We never did see PHU PHU until after the run.

The hounds were off again and me still being a wimp, chariot rode again.  NI
was feeling sick and needed caffiene so she wolfed down some Easter
chocolate and magically felt better but rode with BAG O' PORN to the next
beer check.  We went to a park for the second beer check and had a jelly
bean toss.  I cant remember who won, AMERICAN something or rather with her
father *I think*.  Cosmo and his partner were a close second but when they
lost the jelly bean, he decided dirt "does a body good" and ate it anyway. 
(on a personal note, I warned TWATTY that I have no coordination and he
found that out after the second toss LOL)

At the On In, everyone was in rare - actually not so rare - form.  There
were a ton of accusations of falling on trail, and one of the visiting
Okinawa hasher "riding" on her husband's back so as not to get her feet wet
in the creek.  Late comers included someone (sorry I dont know everyone's
hash names yet, Im learning though) who had been doing the "M" word.  JUST
AARON, JUST SAY HO, MONKEY STYLE and a few others.  GROPER won the prize for
best bonnet NOT worn on trail, while Tierra (not sure if that is her name -
sorry) and her guy friend/husband/something or rather, won for best bonnets
worn ON trail.  Someone I dont know got best basket and drank out of her
prize's ass (stuffed bunny with a shot bottle stuck up its rear) like a true
hash wench.  Im not sure how, but at one point MONICA came over to tackle me
and ended up with his hands on "the girls" which caused the reaction of me
trying to break his fingers.

Next it was off to BNH's brother's apartment for BBQ and "give shit away"
night.  I somehow, in my drunken state, came home with a ice saw (what the
f*ck do I use THAT for?) and some drill bits.  I know there were several
self help books given out, including one from Alcoholics Anonymous, as well
as pork loins and fresh garlic.  Tierra (is that her name?) lost a $15 bet
because of me but I wont fill you in on the details.  That is for me to know
and you all that werent there to find out <sticking tongue out>
On On
Sticky Buns

Kat
"When I find myself fading, I close my eyes and realize my friends are my
energy."
-Anon.