Flatlander wankers,

In case you missed the festivities Thursday night, here's a
recap.

A dozen or so halfminds gathered at the indoor soccer
complex off of Harlan in Westminster.  Surprise visitors
included the Goofy-coifed Grabs for Balls, formerly of
Tucson, AZ, Peep Show, back from a lengthy hiatus (for
retooling?), Dr Dripdick, whose pack arrows have been sorely
missed, and Ben Wa, from TV's "Night Court", eagerly making
his first Flatlander appearance.  The hares, Spermes and Cum
Titty, whined and whimpered, then set off with 5-gallon
buckets, which we later learned were dictated by plentiful
and deep shiggy.

The trail curved off to the south end of the parking lot,
where a DP had Cum Titty laying a 3-and-out to the west,
then jumping ahead to lay a later, safer section.  While
this bit of haresmanship was laid plain for 2Holes and Deep,
Deep showed uncharacteristic restraint, while 2Holes
overcame better judgement to embark upon a wild, premature
journey through the second half of trail.  Deep turned a
mutinous pack back onto Dr Dripdick's heels, his pack arrows
telling the tale of thorough investigation of countless bad
trails along the way.  The route wound its way over to the
mall, then mapped the hounds to 91st and Harlan, where
Chacockqua happily ranged in all directions, eventually
stumbling upon a dastardly DP with a myriad of trails
leading into deep shiggy.  Preferring the chance of randomly
happening across trail in more civilized terrain,
Chacockqua, Grabs and D^3 were rewarded at a nearby railroad
crossing, while Short Dick and Deep spearheaded a direct
assault along trail, and were rewarded with thousands of
malicious stickers, probably placed there by hand by Cum
Titty.  The trail bounced along the tracks for a bit, then
ducked into a neighborhood, where delighted residents
applauded our boisterous clamor.  The beer check was located
on the far side of a 3ft high fence which stymied the
majority of the pack.  While the hounds refueled, 2Holes
turned up, expressing his desire to trade wild shortcutting
for a bit of FRBing.  Pig Pimp and Ben Wa navigated the
shiggy after the check with grace and style, while Deep led
a cunning charge over blacktop to intersect trail in a more
hospitible locale.  After a short CB, powders led back to
the greenbelt and canal so intimately familiar to 2Holes
from his first half exploration, which, in turn, led back
more or less directly to the finish of a true A to A. 
Down-downs ensued in a convenient ditch, as they are want
to.

Though Cum Titty lodged complaints of brevity and lack of
attention to detail, ales were downed lustily, Grabs taking
on most of the burden personally.  Spermes showed up in race
gear again, while several hounds had the audacity to wear
high performance and brand new footwear.  As usual, tea bags
were suggested, and Dripdick's teaspoonful was mocked and
maligned.  Ben Wa lost his pants and turned up in a kilt. 
Peep Show and Pig Pimp provided much appreciated
entertainment.  Four Stroke went a little overboard with the
nominations, exhibiting the sort of venom usually reserved
for accusations.  Dripdick drank for sponsoring the sponsors
of so many.  Ben Wa's mutt was welcomed to his first hash. 
All too soon, we moved on to on-afters at Spermes' pad.

On-afters featured the majority of the pack, who wolfed down
a plate of gourmet, 1.5-hour dogs in short order.  Spermes
broke out some evil Brazilian lime concoction, and Grabs
told all the stories we're so used to hearing from Cum
Silent, in the same fashion - several times each.  And as
usual, we ripped on other hashes, and hashers.  The evening
ended for Deep when he departed with the good Dr and Grabs,
leaving the hares to wallow in their own crapulence.

The next hash will be two weeks from this past Friday, hared
by someone with the cobbles to put together a decent trail
on short notice.

On-on,
Deep