Flatlander wankers,

Here's the trash you've all been waiting for.

An attractive pack gathered by a barn in Longmont the Friday before
last.  Yes, evidently, there are barns in Longmont.  The hares were out
right on hash time (~20 minutes late), and the hounds were on their
scent shortly after.  We're not sure what Shit and Chacockua sniffed,
though, because they veered off trail toward the *ountains, while the
rest of the pack muddled its way through the neighborhoods along the
west edge of town before turning east across Hover.  Various trail
features put the hounds on the opposite of a ditch from the mall, but
viable alternatives to the slip 'n' slide gained the air conditioned
agora, which, in turn, produced trail on its nether end.  The wayward
duo revisited trail in the vicinity of the mall, and led the hapless
pups back across Hover to an A' finish in an office park parking lot,
where down-downs ensued.

The rising dust storm did not deter the Flatlanders, as they dug deeply
into their repertoire.  Beers were downed with enthusiasm.  Cleaning
crews were frightened.  Corporate security was thwarted.  Your basic
Flatlander circle.  Oh, and implications regarding Gobbler's and Deep's
depilatory practices were made.

On-afters continued back at Gobbler's place in Gunbarrel.  They were
unusually well-attended, likely on the promise of certain public
demonstrations.  The capable hostess broke out fancy tequila and an
assortment of finger foods, as merriment was made.  Then asses were
shaved.  Well, one ass.  Well, the left cheek.  And thankfully, she used
the "sharp" razor.  With a proper creaming, the shaving went smoothly,
and was rewarded with the delighted squeals of gawking onlookers.  This
set the stage for a rousing game (or three) of modified Jenga, in which
Bruce (unnamed) and Chacockua sacked it up for classic pants-on-head
circle dashes.  It was rumored that Gobbler participated in these
shenanigans, but as she has no memory of it, it must not have happened. 
Only time will tell if the alleged pictures on her camera get developed
and distributed, or are conveniently lost.  And thus was another
Flatlander hash concluded.

Next hash is tonight.  Classic hares.  Shitty trail.  Iceblocks.  Be
there.

On-on,
Deep