A wet, soggy, applause for the cooperating weather. The master of ceremonies (lonesome hare) for the festive evening was WHALE WANKER in tow with bike, toilet paper, chalk and flour. Everyone felt at ease with a round of ooh. MYDOL anxiously gave a wet welcome to the new boot, TRACY, 16$ and RUBY LIPS. Thank you, thank you very much (said like Elvis would)!! See if we stand near any kind of watering hole again. A "yahoo" to KRUSTY for being so unhash-like in offering his coat to the new female boot. LAPDOG took over. WHALE WANKER gave us the signs and ON ON. Caution was needed to miss any of THAT's puddle-hopping, especially those directed at female participants. A few wet T-shirt contestants got a little confused over what trail to follow, did WHALE WANKER mention dog dung!? Watch your step! It was a tough course and those who felt they didn't have a chance to win decided what the hell! It's puddle-dipping time with the encouragement of KING SHIT and ICEBAG collecting THONG Q and COWLICK in getting their tushies wet in puddles of joy. COWLICK's only response was "Hey, this is just ducky!"
...actually it was Pole Vault and me. Those silly harriettes claimed we'd never make 'em wet! -- King ShitDid I mention that TWISTED SISTER and BEEPER were caught twice "FROPPING", and were mighty proud to have it twice in one night. Go, Girls! CINQUO DI MAIO added that being completely lost and disorientated was the good news. Lisa (Barmaid) had to set the ground rules to SPLIPPERY ARMPIT that the establishment RIVERSIDE INN did have standards on going topless. 007 thought the run was fishy and KNOBBY added that it was a whale of a run. WHITE BALLS said it was a 10/31. BLUE BALLS stated it was too dry, not enough moisture. Welcome back, BEAVER FLATS.
16$ A NIGHT received a down down for bringing a female to the group. Hey, any time! Archive for the evening who disappeared was Alex; DREARY graciously took his place for the down down.
WHALE WANKER (or was it CAMEL WANKER?), only the bottle knows for sure. Both were congratulated for supplying the large amount of water inside as well as outside.
Our one visitor, Jill, was from Brussels and so appropriately through the effortless effort of an RA, Jill was named BRUSSEL SPROUTS, and so she religiously downed 2 down downs. Go, JILL, go!
TPL's 300th run was celebrated with the official half-yard and a bronze Frisbee trophy. The hash choir DREARY, P'TOOEY and KING SHIT were waved on and a mighty version of the song they sang was a classic!
SKEWBIC HARE was caught competitive running again and received his favorite rendition of SKEWBIC HARE to the tune of "Baby Face". THAT was caught being a SCB, and was downed to the tune of "Here's to Brother Hasher".
PUSSY KILLER received the Hash Shit for having that "critical eye" on the RA. He told the RA she was not pouring the beer in the right form. See where that gets you!
SLIPPERY ARMPIT was charged with the offense of practicing safe sex with durable rubber. Then it was LOST IT who was called in for a piece and received it from KNOBBY. It was a piece of rock. She of course accepted the down down with water. Beer is only used for her locks of hare. LAKEY is in need of anything for the hash shit.
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