Our Next Hash Is…


Monday, May 25h @ 3:69HST, Spruce Pond, Tully, NY
#141: Mammorial Day

Altered Boy, Just Pat and (we think) Kickstand will hare this earlier-than-usual holiday-edition of our regular Monday hash! Road trip down to the beautiful Spruce Hill and enjoy a nice, shiggy trail.

Hares: Altered Boy, Just Pat, Kickstand

Location: Spruce Pond, Tully

Hash Time: 3:69 HST (4 p.m.) *NOTE earlier time because of the holiday

Hash Cash: $5 / virgins free

Theme: TBD

Trail: TBD but most likely VERY SHIGGY

ON-After: TBD

*Note: Please bring your ID! Our hashes are open to all those of you of legal drinking age.

First hash? YAY! We’re so glad you picked this one! We are a non-competitive running club focused on having a ton of fun! Be ready for a fun adventure. Bring your sense of humor but leave your new shoes at home.

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Rehash #140: Medical Madness


This week’s hash was produced and directed by Old Cock Watcher and Cousin Doesn’t Count, within the genre of medical drama. After a bit of frisbee at On-ondogha hill park we set off on trail. Costume design was outstanding! Ranging from scrubby doctors and naughty nurses to patients presenting with occipital frontalis contusions. Early on there was an underlying sense of dread from the intermittent rain that came down in spurts that would rival Aranofskys film NOAH, but eventually subsided for a more favorable storyline.

At beer nears, there was an attempt to learn the origins of some new characters which led to a more detailed and rich film overall. At one point there was a J shot which had to be delivered by the FRB to a poorly conditioned patient in the rear STAT. Subsequently Ethanol was later administered by the nursing staff to everyone via 5ml syringes PO prn. Also there was a point in the story arc where costumes were exchanged by all which led to some awkward and poor fitting apparel (see photos for detail).

Finally the story came full circle with more alcohol consumption, and fantastic accompaniment of music, and our main antagonist, a giant being defeated by a side-side. Unexpectedly at the last moment there was an M. Night Shamylan-like twist where prime ended up winning the academy award for best costume despite all prior indications that he had lost. The final credits took place at Kelly’s where the giant had 25 hamburgers and hot sauce was drunk by all.

I give this trail an 8.5 out of 10 for good cinematography, great costume design and a fantastic theme while also keeping in mind the extensive rain was distracting and unnecessary. Expect a big-budget sequel in the near future.

Hash Critique Respectfully Submitted,
by Cocktimus Prime

Rehash #134: Homecoming Hash

Rehash #134: Homecoming Hash

Male Bait and Captain Cock Cuntroller hared this SHORT romp through Long Branch Park at Onondaga Lake. Today’s rehash is a hieroglyphic – showing the range of hashabilities.

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Respectfully submitted,

Tweedle Me

 

 

Rehash #124: Winter HashLympics


In varying states of sobriety, half minds gathered at Camillus Park to partake in the 2015 Edition of WinterHashlympics. There was a couple mile trail set by Just Tim through piles of snow and trees with an RC69 back to the start. Poor Fakey was waiting for us at the start, having locked her keys her vehicle :/ On the plus slide, Stiffy Lube signed in as “S. Lube”, or “Slube”, as he came to be known.

From there the Hashlympic Committee of Just Tim, UC, and OTD announced events and rules (we still don’t know what happened to Hentai, our would-be fourth hare who didn’t make it out to this day and we hope this finds him well). This edition would be a series of 4 relay and team events with 5 points for 1st place, 3 pts for 2nd place, and 1 pt for DFL of the thing. Teams were sorted based on sign-in to “Team F**king Awesome”, captained by UC and having an additional person, “Team Just Tim”, captained by Just Tim, and “Team Hashers Have More Fun in Bed” captained by OTD. Heroically, as the games were about to begin, AAA freed Fakey’s keys from their captivitiy.

The first event was a beer mile relay consisting of 8 quarter mile laps, some of which were through over a foot of snow. How teams completed 8 laps was entirely up to them. Two participants, including one virgin, puked but after completing a lap. Good times. Pokey blazed through his two laps, propelling Team HHMFIB to 1st place finish with Team Just Tim coming in 2nd and Team FA in 3rd. Cold beer miles suuuuuuck fwiw. Oh and boots are not ideal for beer milers.

Event two was a team alcosicle eating race where everyone on the team went at same time, first team to finish wins. It was cold as hell and brutal, though the popsicles (some sort of rum thing was in one, some other kind of one) were delicious. Team Just Tim dominated this event, led by Ass Wide Shut completing his in record time (if such records existed or we had timed it), Team HHMFIB coming in second, and team FA possibly not completing it or still working on theirs :)

Event three was Dizzy Cup relay! Participants from each team ran a bit to broom sticks (er poles), circled 5 times, ran back to where they started where there was a table.. from there they had to drink a full beer and complete a flip cup action. Again Team Just Tim dominated, and not even Pastor’s attempts to distract Ass Wide Shut from completing his flip cup action prevented their victory. Team HHMFIB came in second with Team FA, again, coming in 3rd.

The final event was the Tour Drunk Pod relay. The Hashlympic committee elected to not attempt an entire box of wine per team, saving said wine for another day. Instead, the rider of the pod would have to drink a full beer, be pulled around a loop on their pod by their team members, and then the next rider would go. Against all odds (if odds were given for such things), and propelled by alcohol, Team HHMFIB would win this event, despite pulling the pod completely out from under Lube on the first loop. . After a fierce battle, Team FA would edge out Team Just Tim, giving Team Hashers Have More Fun in Bed the overall victory for the day!!! Team Just Tim came in second, and Team FA avoided DFL in all events triumphantly at last possible second. During this event, I believe a couple of muggles at the park either had an alcosicle or a beer with us as well. Several hashletes were fully depleted from the games and lay panting at the end; Slube, in particular, lay panting. I can’t recall if/when others puked as well following this event.

I recall little of circle other than accusations (oh an CWOP hearts nerd names) and awards for hashletes. Bonus points to the virgins for whom this was their first hash!!! After was going to be at Asil’s, but they didn’t have food for some reason (during a cuse game?!) so we were onto Kelley’s to warm up.

Awards of Individual Merit Bestowed
Beer Mile Relay – Pokey (for being fast!)
Popsicle Eating – Ass Wide Shut (For being fast!)
Dizzy Cup – Ass Wide Shut (For actually finishing flip cup to secure the win despite Pastor’s um distractions)
Tour Drunk Pod – Slube (for effort)

Notable Hashlympic Fails
Just Tim – pressed his cranium into pole during Dizzy Cup so hard he bent it!
UC – tray of prepared alcosicles tumbling to ground off of a car before the events.

Faster, higher, stranger,
OTD

Rehash #123: Frozen Hash


Hash #123 was dubbed the Frozen Hash for good reason. Ass Wide Shut and Just Andrew decided to set trail in f*%$ing Oswego County in Cleveland, NY on the north shore of Oneida Lake on what was quite possibly the coldest Saturday in recent memory. Despite a high of 13 degrees and a wind chill below zero a surprisingly large number of half minds came out to freeze whatever brain cells they had left.

The cold weather made the hash antsy and ready to go, so chalk talk actually started pretty much at 1:69HST. Pastor RA’ed and led the hash through introductions for the two virgins present. Pastor asked Turtle to present the Shovel of Shame to a new recipient, but he wasn’t ready so the floor was turned over to the hares to attempt chalk talk. Although bright purple and highly visible, the marks were numerous, illegible, and confusing as ever. It only got worse when folks started to stomp on the marks and Fleshy decided to make purple snowballs to throw at Dry Spell, who has made a comment about “too many Beer Nears.” WTF? There were also some ominous warnings of sharp ice, thin ice, water, and certain death on this trail. Somehow the hash got through chalk talk. Turtle was finally ready to relinquish the shovel and bestowed it upon Dry Spell for his “too many BNs” comment. He promptly refused to carry it. The hash made note of this. The final business was to wish Pastor a happy birthday and do the legal disclaimer before On-out.

Checking from the end of the driveway and off on a snow mobile path and then into field of unbroken snow. That led to a mark not mentioned in chalk talk—a PC. What could it be? The hash used their wits to figure out it meant Playground Check and romped around the equipment at a school. Then off through “downtown” Cleveland and onto a hopefully solidly frozen Oneida Lake. It was pretty pleasant on the lake, but it was even more pleasant when the first Beer Near was found in a gazebo on the shores of the lake. Goldie made herself comfortable on a tub and some hash members tried to spin her in it. There was also talk of sending her down the embankment in it. Fortunately that did not happen. The BN was quite pleasant, albeit cold, and everyone was in good spirits—at least until they noticed it was the “Gazebo of Sadness” and was a 9/11 memorial.

Upon that depressing reminder the hash went on their way through the residential neighborhoods of the metropolis of Cleveland. A few checks later (and please note: never follow Dry Spell, he is always wrong) the hash ended up at the school again. This time for a snowman making contest. The cold air made the snow pretty dry and unpackable, so motivation was pretty low until the hares mentioned prizes. Snidely took the lead and drew a lovely snowman in the snow and Goldie provided the 2-D snowman with a package. The virgins, Just Erica, and Pokahotass got really creative and found packed blocks of snow to stack up into a snowman-like form, complete with really big wood, and Turtle violated the snowman from the rear with a traffic cone. These overachievers were declared the winners and the hash continued, stopping briefly to watch Jackoff climb a tree.

The hash entered the woods and meandered around deep snow. The FRB Fleshy found the J check and shared it with Fakey, the DFL. Fleshy also found a cooler that he decided to carry with him the remainder of trail. The trail became more shigtastic with snow, ice, water, branches, and logs. The second Beer Near was actually more of a Beer Slush Near. Many of the bottled beers were partially frozen. Snacks were had and trail continued through the woods. Fireball made for a pleasant and warming stop at the Shot Check, not to be confused with a Song Check! The third Beer Near was just as frosty and from there it was mostly a road walk back to the On-in.

The On-in was inside and once the entire hash straggled in the accusations began. The hares were appropriately punished for their misdeeds and took their down-downs. Virgins were introduced and appropriately welcomed and then the real accusations began. Peeing on trail, hash crashes, and the big one—refusing to carry the Shovel of Shame! Dry Spell retrieved the shovel from his car and did his down-downs from the shovel. The hash wished Pastor a happy birthday and went in peace to possibly, maybe-if-they-play-their-cards-right get a piece. On-after was at the Sand Bar.

Respectfully submitted,
Came With a Fake Name

Rehash #119: Butters’ Funeral


On January 4, 2015 wankers of the SOH4 gathered together at the Solar Street parking lot to remember their departed friend ButtHer Balls. His holiness Pastorbator presided over the service and Came with a Fake Name set a non-existent trail in honor of Butters’ recent non-existent hashing life. The mourners donned their best black attire to honor the somber occasion. Pastor started off with a prayer and then turned chalk talk over to Fakey. There were be one symbol for this day—a sad collective, “OH!” For the purpose of “trail” it meant On-Hare, but it was a sentiment that much of the group felt…

”OH! Why was Butters’ young hashing life cut so short?”
“OH! Who will instigate Friday Night Freakouts?”
“OH! How will we go on?”

And then a birthday greeting for Pastor and the legal disclaimer, where it’s all Butters’ fault. And on-out on-hare. Fakey led the somber procession around the parking lot, marking trail as they proceeded Along the way the mourners passed a plate of food just randomly placed in the parking lot. They were stopped in their tracks. Waffles. Muffins. Butters had liked food. A moment of silence. Anal-yze this shared that in Buddhism food is offered to the departed and the hash took this as a clear sign.

The hash entered Destiny with Fakey making marks along the way, arrows on the escalator railing, checks on the tiles, and even a false. After such a confusing trail the hash ended up at Cantina Laredo. Some remembered that time they all got margaritas with Butters before going to a Monty Python movie. OH! The memories. So many memories.

The bartender was a bit surprised to see such a large group, and even more surprised that they were decked out in black. We explained we were celebrating the memory of a departed friend. She understood and soon there were Bloody Marys and Mimosas all around. A toast was made. Then the bartender remembered a certain incident that had happened months back where some half-minds had crashed a first date of a friend and ordered the couple a really terrible shot (Cement Mixers for those looking for a really bad shot). This couldn’t be the same group of assholes, could it? Yep.

While salsa, chips, and beverages were consumed, the hash wrote down messages to dearly departed Butters. Perhaps the most touching was from Deflower City who summed it up for everyone—“You never did get any good at the bugle.” Then the hash was on-out to the somber portion of the day. At this point Dry Spell became a hare and led the pack to the Creek Walk. Along the way some wankers stopped for an impromptu Beer Near at Snidely’s truck.

At the end of the Creek Walk, next to the Most Polluted Lake in America, the hash began the proper memorial. A hot cocoa toast was passed around. Pastor led the hash in eulogizing Butters and everyone shared memories. “Remember that time Butters was drunk?” and “Remember that time Butters said something inappropriate?” and on and on. At last it was time to say goodbye and go drink more. So Fakey tried to light the funeral pyre, mostly unsuccessfully, but eventually they were able to light the memorial on fire and watch it disappear into a pile of ashes—except his picture would not burn and neither did the message from Deflower.

The hash made their way back to circle up. Fakey and Dry Spell were accused of various indiscretions for a shitty trail. There were other accusations and down-downs and then the hash went in peace to get a piece, which was how they had lost Butters—when he got a piec.

Then back to Cantina Laredo for more Bloody Marys and Mimosas. Sadly Cantina had pretty much exhausted all of their Bloody Mary mix. After a few rounds of far too expensive drink the hash moved to Revolutions for the official On-after.

RIP ButtHer Balls. You were a good hasher.

Respectfully submitted,
Came with a Fake Name

Rehash #117: The Mad Ho! Ho? Who You Calling a Ho? Hash


‘Twas the Saturday before Christmas, when out in Mad Co
the hares were stirring, setting the 2nd Mad Ho.
The chalk was tinted red and sprinkled with care,
in hopes that the hashers soon would be there.
The hashers arrived, dragged from their beds,
while visions of shitty hash beer danced in their heads.
And Fakey in her elf suit, and Deflower in a Mickey cap,
had just set a trail they hoped would surprise and trap!

Out on the road there was such a commotion!
Hashers sprang from cars in search of hash potion.
Away to the pre-lube cooler they did dash,
tore open the lid, and got ready to hash.

And as the pre-lube beers did flow,
hashers and dogs played in the road.
When, what to the hash’s wondering eyes should be seen,
but a beat up old car that was not very clean..

With a little old driver, neon coat shining through,
We knew in a moment that it must be TOFU.
Then less rapid than turtles, a circle was made,
Chalk talk to introduce the marks that were laid:
“Beer Near! Shot Check!
Now, something new!
BSN: a Beer Shot Check!
Plus Picture and Song Checks for you!
Now checking from here!
Yes, all arrows are true!
Now dash away! Dash away!
It’s your own fucking fault too!”

As snow crunched under their feet, asking themselves “why?”,
under the cloudy gray Mad Co sky,
searching for true trail they flew,
dressed like hoes, elves, reindeer, and St. Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling they found an X on the trail,
checking from here, and a Big F for Fail.
False trails and reverses had them turning around,
But soon enough the Shot Check was found.

A thermos of booze laced cocoa to their lips was put,
And then the on-out again dashing on foot.
Through the snowy woods they did trek
to find a shelter of sticks for a Picture Check,

The snow–how it twinkled! White, light, and airy!
The BS Check was found; it made the kennel so merry!
Eggnog liquor and holiday beer made them glow,
And then they were off running through the snow.
The branches of trees got in their way,
And then there was the checking of J.
But they were soon on a trail that was more mellow,
and by Bridges of Mad Co they found shots of Jell-o.
Red and white gel in a clump, a right disgusting mess,
and they gagged when they ate them, these shots did not impress.
But a bit more trail, and a last Beer Near ahead
let the hash know they had nothing to dread.

Quick work to the BN, skipping the last J check,
and soon filled their vessels, with circle on deck.
Down-downs were given, and a visit by a local guy:
He was properly welcomed and then he said goodbye.

To the Blue Canoe, to wet their whistles,
No blizzard this year, they all flew like missiles.
But they were heard exclaiming, before they drove out of sight,

“May the hash go in peace, may the hash get a piece tonight!”

Respectfully submitted,
Came with a Fake Name

Rehash #110: The Most Dangerous Hash


The Most Dangerous Hash started out the way one would expect a dangerous hash to begin: With guns and corpses. But these wankers weren’t afraid. Around twenty-five wild adventurers gathered at the Three Rivers Wildlife Management Area outside Baldwinsville. They weren’t alone. Sportsman in full camouflage prepared for the hunt. Dead birds lying about proved they were serious.

Despite the Safety Third rule, most half-minds came prepared in safety yellow and blaze orange. Just Cristianna and Just Jonny thumbed their noses at safety and wore cammo and animal ears. Chalk talk consisted of the hares, AssFault LickHer and Vagiantalia, randomly throwing down some flour and trying to convince the half-minds that it actually meant something. Most likely it meant certain death! AssFault also promised something special on trail. For once, the legal disclaimer actually meant something—as in if you run in a Wildlife Management Area during hunting season and get shot, well, it is your own fucking fault.

And On-out. And then running. So.Much.Running. Maybe that was the true danger—dying from all that running. Did the hares forget that this is a drinking club with a running problem? Actually, two hashers were already pretty much at death’s door after a particularly exciting Friday night beer festival. Bushy and Pocket were pretty much the Walking Dead. Also a somewhat random but noteworthy point here—never follow Dry Spell at checks, as he is pretty much always wrong.

Finally after far too much running there was a shot check. Sweet relief. So far no one had been shot and the Hangover twins were still alive, so everyone was in good spirits. Then on-out through the shiggy. Wet trails and uneven footing added to the adventure. Eventually the half-minds stumbled upon a dump or something that also happened to be the first Beer Near. A hasher’s paradise really. There were pumpkins and an old couch. Fleshy and Jackoff amused themselves with pumpkins while Bushy and Pocket tried to bring themselves back to life with a beer on the couch. The former was successful, the latter not so much. But the old couch was a great place for a group picture.

Then Ass Fault came out dressed as Effie Trinket from the Hunger Games and announced a hashy version. Each contestant received “bullet stickers” and the goal was to be the last one standing in The Hashy Games: May the odd ever be in your favor. Let’s just say some people took it incredibly seriously and others did not. For some it was just a fun reason to touch each other’s butts and others wanted to dominate at any cost. The game continued on through the Wildlife Management Area awhile and eventually led to the second Beer Near at a parking area.

Then it was basically a jog back to the On-in. The game was over and the winners were about to be declared! As AssFault began to declare, “The winner of the first Hashy Games is—“ everyone stopped and looked down the road at a figure clad in safety yellow jacket jogging towards them. Who could it be? It was TOFU! It was unanimous—TOFU was the winner of the Hashy Games and had used stealth and cunning to successfully avoid death! Actaully, he was late and followed the marks to catch up to the hash, but he was bestowed the grand prize of special Hashy Games beers: Katpiss and Beaverqueen!

Circle consisted of the usual nonsense: accusations for hares for a shitty trail—not enough shiggy, not enough pumpkins, too many couches, etc. And plenty of down-downs for the rest of the half-minds. Then the hash went in peace to get a piece, relived that no one was in pieces. On-after was at Bombadil’s in Phoenix which was the perfect place to end The Most Dangerous Hash. The locals seemed a bit surprised to be overtaken by a bunch of half-minds. Surprisingly there were no bar brawls and everyone survived the day’s events.

Respectfully submitted,
Came with a Fake Name

Rehash #106: Cortland TBA


First, there are two things one needs to know about Ass Full of White Man. He does not do YBFs. Oh, maybe once in awhile, but not in general. No. He just lets you run following flour until they suddenly stop and you finally realize it was a false trail. The second thing you should know is that he likes checks. No, maybe that is an understatement—he loves them, is obsessed with them, in a will hug them and squeeze them and call them George kind of way.

With that out of the way, let’s talk about Trail # 106, or TBA. No name, no theme. Just TBA. Yup, TBA in Cortland. Since much of the hash regulars were away on various road trips and the distance to Cortland deterred others, it ended up a pretty small group. We did have some notable visitors with IH3’s Thank You, Cum Again and FCH3’s Harry CockHer.

The fall afternoon had turned out to be quite nice, especially when the sun was out. Seventeen of us milled around the parking lot of Beaudry Park and enjoyed some tasty pre-lube beer. Okay, let’s rephrase that—we drank hash beer. PastorBator called circle together and we did introductions since we had visitors and a lone virgin. Ass Full and Just Lucien gave a chalk talk that was pretty light on flour and details and then we were off.

Or at least until the first check. And then we were on again. Until another check. And on-on into the thorny trail. And checking again. And on-on. No, wait—checking. On-on. And big shocker: checking. There was a false trails thrown in for good measure and an R at the top of a hill, but “Checking from here” was the theme of the day. Trail headed out of the woods and back to the city streets and— surprise, surprise, we were checking again. And then there was a Turkey/Eagle split. Ass Full had said at chalk talk that the Eagle Trail was actually pointless so most of the group followed Turkey, though some wankers ran the Eagle to be overachievers.

After checking a few more times, or more accurately a lot more, we ended up on SUNY Cortland’s campus. One check had us going right past a police car, which though running was fortunately empty. I’m still surprised no one tried to take it for a drive. So back on-on/checking/on-on/checking, etc. We made our way into a cemetery and began ascending. Surely there had to be beer in here? Yes, but not before a few dozen more checks. At last the “Checking” was replaced by the magical sound of “Beer Near!”

We made ourselves comfortable around the Sweetlove family plot. Many of us were resting comfortably on various headstones— though thankfully not as comfortably as the Sweetloves, and enjoyed the lovely views of the Cortland County hills and the beer. It was actually quite a long Beer Near as everyone enjoyed being on Saturday time without worry of fading daylight.

But, alas, the hash had to move on. Ass Full had a special surprise in store. So on-out and towards downtown. The trail was mostly downhill and ended up at the Cortland Beer Company. Everyone got a sampling glass and could choose one beer to taste and have the option to buy more. And this time it was tasty beer. Very tasty indeed. It was pretty cool. Before we left we had a bartender take a group photo by the billboard outside. She thought we were insane and she might be right.

From there it was a straightforward jog back to the On-in, although there was a notable arrow pointing to a sign that read “Tomato Stakes or vampire stakes?” I’m not sure what the right answer was, and though all arrows were true, I am pretty sure no one followed it. There was also some silliness with a mismatched piggy back ride which fortunately injured no one.

At the On-in beers were cracked and everyone circled up. The hares were given down-downs for the ridiculous check-fest. It was also discovered that Ass Full does not follow proper hash form on down-downs—as his beer was not emptied and his head remained dry. The lone virgin was given a pretty lukewarm reception by the five females present. There were other accusations for Ass Full’s lack of down-down etiquette, peeing on trail, tech on trail, and for sitting in a trunk during circle. It was a pretty mellow circle and soon we were going in peace to get a piece, and heading for food and beer at the On-after at Central City Grill. TBA was a good time overall!

Respectfully submitted,

Came with a Fake Name

Rehash #105: The Great Outdoors


A Letter from Camp

Hey there,

Just a quick note to tell you that everything is good and The Great Outdoors was super fun. Like seriously, a lot of fun. All the wankers met up at EMS in Fayetteville for Trail #105. And surprise, surprise—the hares set a shitty trail! Crazy, right? It was Shits and Spits farewell hash before the big move to California and she had some help from Slip, Tweedle You, and Just Nick. There were a lot of people, quite a few virgins, and even a rare appearance by Shots to the Mouth, who oddly enough had Jell-O shots! Go figure! As usual, chalk talk was confusing and illegible. Seriously, like WTF? And when we were On-out we actually ran—a lot. It was pretty urban at first, not like you’d expect from the Great Outdoors. We did pass an awesome Halloween display in front of someone’s house and you know what that means: PICTURE CHECK! Finally we got a Beer Near at the end of a dead end. Like, finally! Whew, we were thirsty. It was kind of cool and overcast in the great outdoors, but beer helped. You know how that is! Then we went in the woods and it was so shiggy. S-H-I-G-G-Y!!! Something happened here and we ended up with multiple groups in different directions. At one point Shits was seen on her cell phone in the woods trying to call the other hares. OMG, tech on trail!!! And there was a contest for building a shelter and everyone was totally into it. Like totally. Then we had to run some more through the shiggy and finally we came out by a building with a golf cart—surprised no one stole it. LOL. And then we ran on the road and saw a BF mark—Beer Far. HAHAHA. And then we found the BN by the Erie Canal path. There was a shelter so we hung out there and then On-out down the path. It was kinda pretty with the trees changing colors and the water. Yep, great outdoors. We took another group picture on the bridge over the canal—and as usual, there were some Full Moons, even during the day. LMAO!!! We ran for awhile and had some shots. There was a contest to find candy. All the FRBs dominated. Pretty soon it was back to the On-in. You can imagine there were some accusations! Down-downs for the hares, welcome to the virgins, and plenty of other accusations. Prizes were given out for the most awesome shelters. And Just Jonathan and Just Lindsy were called into the circle for some questions. Oh boy, that was funny! And when they were called back to circle they were no longer Just anything. Now we have Pokahotass and Old Cock Watcher!!! Funny, right? And what a mess with the flour! It got a little crazy. I mean CRAYYY-ZEEE! On-after was at JP Mulligan’s where there was food and drinks all around. It was a great time in The Great Outdoors. I can’t wait to come back. TTYL!

Respectfully submitted,
Came with a Fake Name