Usually around Thursday at 6pm I sit down to start writing the trash, and this week was no different. I made a big point of telling everyone in the announcement section that the full moon and the bfm were both going to be at the Green Room. I posted the trash, checked my e-mail and… wait… the BFM is at Callahan’s. I had just posted for all to read the wrong bar, but alas I realized no one actually reads my trash so I was safe. So I got in my car and drove to Callahan’s where I saw:

Who Came
Baaack Door, Chef Boy or Horse, Gag Reflex, Hold the Rimmer, Just Ben, Just Brad, Just Carla, Just Christian, Just Elli, Just Matt, Just Nick, Pen is in my Ear, Raider, Rear Engineer, 69th Amendment, Son of Goat F*cker, Tits of Steel, Three Balls, Tube Cock, Uncle Bad Touch, Where’s my Vagina, Wing Nuts

The Trail
I had some parking issues (actually I was still writing the trash) so I missed chalk talk and set out to find the pack. My keen hashing skills developed through years of hashing, and under the tutelage of greats like E = MC2, I was able to make headway on the trail. That is until I found two trails overlapping. After running in a circle jerk for several minutes I heard the cry’s of the pack and caught up. The trail continued in a “zipper” formation until we ended up back at the bar, only to find that it was dart night and college night. As much as we love frightening young co-eds with our devious ways, we decided the bar was too full and we relocated the pack to Bonners for:

Circle
Hare: Three Balls
Virgins: Just Elli via 69th Amendment, Just Ben via Just Brad
Visitors: None
First in/ Last in: Just Brad / Two Clump Chump
Auto Hashers: Tube Cock, 69th Amendment, Just Elli, Just Ben, Hold The Sausage and under when one GM, Tits of Steel and 3 Balls

Accusations
Just Christian for eating wings in circle
Pen is in my Ear for a false on Gag Reflex
Tits of Steel for dressing like a Smurf and under when one GM, Hold the Sausage
Just Christian for running with a bottle that did not have alcohol in it
2 Clump for telling everyone to go to the wrong bar
Uncle Bad Touch for having a secret happy hour

Announcements
Let’s face it they are all out of date

At this point the pack spread out to eat their food and play on the new 15 foot shuffle board table. There were arguments over how much wax to use, and what the wax was made out of, there was even the occasional game played. Beers were drank, hashers were insulted, or propositioned, and the night slowly faded into the past.

On, on,
Two Clump Chump