tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132165.post-52910809760698522702007-05-28T12:37:00.000-04:002007-05-28T12:38:45.882-04:00It should be noted. We misspelled the name... It Kuato.<br />-THKFAS<br /><br />> So there was a hash,<br />><br />> It was the 26th of May, and the pack began to gather at the appointed <br />place<br />> on time. (imagine that!) After call were made, bribes called in, and <br />beer<br />> bithces accounted for, the pack was blessed by THFKAS and were off into <br />the<br />> park. Immediatley to our first water crossing, and under a fence. Half <br />the<br />> pack followed a trail, but not THE trail, and hence fell back, but <br />quickly<br />> recovered in time for another water crossing. At said second water <br />crossing<br />> a phenomenal event occurred which we will get into later.<br />> Led we were, or so we think, to a railroad. Then off the railroad <br />toward<br />> Madison Drive. A few kids were there and led us to more marks, helping <br />us<br />> to avoid the big Rottweiler standing by.<br />> Around the park-side of Madison, were a bunch of dumpsters and the beer<br />> near. After some of us were confused between the dumpsters and the beer<br />> bitches, beer was drunk, and a new boot met us on trail, and joined us <br />for<br />> the rest of the hash.<br />> On on across a softball field through Towne Court and a quick reach to <br />the<br />> next beer near at He Neede the Money's. More beer, some vodka of poetic<br />> origin, and beef jerky made the rounds, and on on into yet another park.<br />> more shiggy, more water crossings, and more train tracks. off the <br />tracks<br />> and into a neighborhood inhabited by THFKAS, where most of the pack is<br />> on-in, but 4 lost souls still hash, allegedly on trail, but fuck them.<br />> We drink, we circle...<br />><br />> circle jerks include:<br />> new boot-<br />> Just Lisa from Baltimore<br />> visiting:<br />> Skid Marks from Hockessin H3<br />> awards-<br />> last in: I think it was spand-ox<br />> first blood: Just Kris<br />> false accusation: Vaseline Alley<br />> penalties-<br />> first in: Just Bradley<br />><br />> and the creme de la creme--we had 2 namings.<br />> after much deliberations and a little bit of name calling.<br />> Just Brad is now known as "Squats on Request"<br />> Just Kris is now known as "Quatto" (and we told her to Google it.<br />> You recall I said I will explain the great phenomenon at the second <br />water<br />> crossing? Well, that's why they were named.<br />> She saw water and was scared to get her feet wet. She asked her<br />> insignificant other to carry her across.... DUH! he did so. He Squats <br />on<br />> request. After about 45 seconds of carrying her ass over, he decided it<br />> would be better if he did get her wet. (insert crass innuendo here) She <br />was<br />> determined not to get wet (insert next innuendo here). But eventually, <br />she<br />> went in....but for hanging on like a tic to him, she was given the name<br />> "Quatto". And if you want to know it, google it!<br />> All in all, another shitty trail.<br />> <br />> On On<br />> Vaseline Alley<br />><br />> p.s. attached see Quatto and Squats On Request.<br />>MathImphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16572276943431134472noreply@blogger.com