Hashers,

For those of you who weren't even there, here's a recap of the
festivities this past Friday.

The pack gathered behind the bowling alley in Lafayette, early by hash
standards.  The hares were chewed out for not dropping powder at 6pm,
though they were more than ready to.  The fact is, the hounds lagged
their arrivals to ensure a tasty glimpse of the hares along the early
section of trail, a loathesome strategy which paid dividends for all but
Freudian Slut, who stubbornly chose not to exploit underhanded tactics
or clever shortcuts.  She was not seen again for some time.  The trail
led across to the northwest side of US287 and S Boulder Rd, then north
toward Angevine, where a CB 5 led to a trail across the pedestrian
bridge to a CB 16 back to a map back over the bridge and north across a
playground.  Most of the pack skipped directly to the bridge, but still
required the unearthing of the map before proceeding generally east and
north through suburbia toward old town Lafayette.  Two Holes made a
number of fine guesses, and the SCB nearly caught up with the hares,
Deep and Stripped.  His gambit was exposed by an untimely blow upon his
whistle, however, and the hares narrowly escaped to the beer check at
Stripped's place.  Pukahontas road Two Holes' coattails, followed
distantly by the rest of the pack.  SCB Cum Silent limped in, holding
his sore ass from some atrocity committed on trail.  The second half of
trail started off on a sore note, as a nazi groundskeeper accosted
Stripped, who foolishly admitted that she resided on the premises.  We
led the trail off into shiggy and along bike trails to a railroad
track-side finish southeast of Lafayette, while the pack was enslaved
and provided brooms with which to clean trail.  Incredibly, they
submitted, and all evidence of trail was removed.  After this delay,
they ferretted out the rest of trail and down-downs began promptly,
after much grumbling.

Down downs ensued, and they were rousing.  Of particular enjoyment was
the mass participation in the gang bang song, and the sharing of Cum
Titty's personal hymnal with the wowed Flatlander pack.  There were no
namings to note, but much beer was consumed, and virgins were
deflowered.  On-afters proceeded at Two Holes' place in Louisville.

Next hash is a week from Friday, hared by Shit and Chacockua, the
infamous hares of the Solstice Day Death March across Boulder.

On-on,
Deep