Wankers,

Most of you weren't there, but I can still recall the day vividly.  We
huddled in Two Holes' garage in Louisville, seeking sanctuary from
frigid temps and 40mph winds, with questionable success.  As this was a
Mr Happy's-style pickup hash, straws were drawn, then redrawn after the
first epic draw came down to Four Stroke and Deep vying over hare, with
a result which was... dissatisying to Ms Stroke.  Little Head pulled up
in his hearse, and the redraw gave the hare to Cummy Pinko, who has a
history of such things.  The baffling 3-symbol set was explained and
Cummy shot off down the street, at a leisurely pace.  5 minutes and 12
seconds later, Pukahontas nailed her in a park nearby, so to speak, and
led the pack on a wild tour of cul-de-sacs, which led to his own
slaughter 4 minutes and 14 seconds past.  Two Holes took the bag, after
passing Pukie the shit, and laid a wild loop to the east and in the
general direction of old towne Louisville.  Unfortunately, the pack did
not bother to take it, as Two Holes silhouetted himself at just past the
3 minute mark on a small hill directly in front of the pack, which led
to his snaring by Little Head at about snare+3:49.  Little "the Gapper"
Head proceeded eastward, occasionally laying what little powder he
inherited on a romp through the fringes of Main St, eventually turning
southward and westward before Double D caught up to him.  Kudos to
Little Head for avoiding the pack so long with so little powder.  (He
missed the part before the hash when we told everyone that the hares are
SUPPOSED to get caught).  Double D confessed a similar sense of panic,
given his 1 minute head start, but managed to evade the pack long enough
to loop back to the start, where he outspr*nted the SCB duo Deep and Two
Holes over the final 100 meters.

Down-downs ensued in the garage, where wind pants were melted on propane
heaters.  Sir Glad-He-Had did a doggie down-down to entertain the pack,
and Double D was continually reminded of his responsbilities to the
Esprit De Hares, which binds hare to hare in a fraternity of
ale-swilling.  Many songs were sung, some badly.  Taquitos hot out of
the oven were feasted upon.  No award was in attendance, and there were
no namings.

On-on,
Deep