Another successful Hash in the books!
PROFANITY, well F*ck it’s over! Thank god we’re all still alive and most of us with only mild cases of frostbite and hypothermia. The trail short and sweet, we’ll maybe not sweet, but definitely short. The runners were led into the snowy knee deep abyss of mayhem and uncertain woodsy doom by VAGiant and P3. The walkers shimmied carefully across the frozen tundra not to disturb mother natures glory by Rambush. The peaceful silence shaken by the filthy flow of four letter words being belted out at the top of hashers lungs! The creatures scurry to cover, afraid of being trampled alive. As the BN becomes close and the taste of beer is in the air, actually the milk I had earlier was giving me awful gas so that might be what you were tasting and not the fresh crisp winter air. So sorry! The second leg was carefully laid out on paper, left in the truck, leaving the hares questioning.. We’ll wing everything at this point. Zig zagging our way through eventually popping out nowhere where we wanted to, but still a plan developed. As we teased Diaper (AKA: C-Dif Spice) making him think he was going to catch us, a sneaky FRB loomed unbenounced to him! Joke’s on you dancing queen! Circle was quick as we were all freezing our asses off, with a couple virgins and some visitor from Boston.