HASH TRASH

H3SC Hash #97

Well, well, well. Where to start. Snip & Timmy car pooled and were the first to arrive. On the way it was a quick stop by Slow Poker's
house to see S'wax and Ryan. Gotta get the ice since Poker had a skateboarding accident last week and was really sick. The dreaded
double whammy. It really didn't have anything to do with driving down to Bayside Lakes. He really was sick. :) Also found out that
Kojak just got home from the hospital where he was presented with a "special gold plated" arterial splint for being the crustiest old
fart at the hospital this month. He's in the running for the Crusty Old Fart of the Year so rumor has it, he may be practicing for the
rest of the year. All joking aside, I know I can speak for all of us that have met the old codger over the years and we really do hope
he is doing well. We'll miss you on trail. Oh $hit! Someone better learn the kangaroo song. It's a helluva thing to do... I'll try
and find out more and let everyone know what's happening.

The weather was abso-f-ing lovely. Slightly cool to cold and a nice soft drizzle. Anyways Timmy went off for a quick bite and I smelled
something funny in the air. Yes, it was Spermaid. You can smell him a mile off. He swears it's the diesel, but, I'm not buying it.
Maybe we should all chip in for one of those things where they flush out your colon. Thats a lot of poo poo built up over the last sixty
some odd years.

Back to the hash, yada, yada, yada.. an 8.2 second chalk talk and ATC is off. Uh-oh. Virgin Trail. No help. What have
we gotten ourselves into. Off through the woods. The big a$$ 1,000,000 candle watt Q-beam flashlight was a blessing. I don't
care how small your flashlight is Harry, bigger flashlights cause straighter and longer beams! You pull the trigger and the beam just
shoots out. Unfortunately without a proper charge, it "petered out" about half way through. :(

Same $hit, different game. OK.... sit up Snips... this isn't the therapist's couch. Great trail with a lot of checks. My kind of
trail. Disclaimer: The following opinion is not the opinion of the group or hashers in general. The following expressed view is the
view of the author and the author only. If you don't like it, you can stop reading now. Go ahead, stop. STOP! Ok, you're still
reading. Here goes, you can never have too many numbers in a countback, too many checks, or too many YBFs on trail. Ice is your
friend on a hot day and Da Tube rocks. Evil spelled backwards is Live. So live, and listen to the little guy on your shoulder
dressed in red. All he wants us to do is have a little fun. We are all sinners anyways. Repent. Oh crap, back off the couch and back
to the hash.

We ended at the exact same spot as the Hangover Hash. I'm deducting a point for not finding a different ending point. Hell, we even
started at the same spot. Of course, I'll give the point back for having spicy jabanero chips served up in circle. Minus a point for
no vessels. Give a point for cookies. A good crowd and a good time was had by all. Well marked trail. Good friends. A toast to G and
our regulars who couldn't make it. Good shiggy (except for that deep sand at the end hat jumped up and grabbed your ankles, that
$hit was deep), not too much pavement, a nice stroll down the fairway followed by a tour of the grand canals. Slow Poker's up
next, ATC is chomping at the bit to do another one already. Timmy recruited Just Denise to the Bunny hash tonight. At one point Timmy
and I heard something about Just Denise "using up all the batteries." We'll have to remember that little fact nugget. I just
got back from biking and it was friggin' cold. They didn't call me from the bunny hash about the ice block, so I'm guessing they just
forgot to call. Oh yeah, on the way home, my cell rings and it's Spermaid. Someone put blocks of ice behind the wheels of his truck
and he thinks it was me. I love picking up the phone and hearing "fu*ker". He cracks me up every time he's around. That's the best
thing about hashing, you really get to meet some fun people.

Night all. I'm toasting you guys with a Milwaukee's Best Light as I finish typing. Ya know, that's the worst thing about hashing.
Having to dispose of the leftover hash beer. Nothing impresses the neighbors as much as seeing a recycling bin full of Milwaukee's Best
and Natural Lite cans. "No, Mr Neighbor, I really am riding in this long bike ride for charity. All of the money you donate really does
go to charity. Since my company matches whatever I collect, we really are doing some good. NO! I did not take the money and bye
cheap beer. How could you say that?"

See you in a few weeks, sooner if I see you on Saturday,

Snips