Hash Trash for 1046
Good trail laid by Diaper Dan. He ended at pizza place, where we were welcomed at as well. We'll end at there again.
The Start might be considered to be a bit of a nosebleed for some, considering it was on Upper Roswell Rd, just east of the 120 loop in Marietta. But traffic did not appear to be that bad, and a good Pack gathered. Royal Fuck was there, and with him, his virgins, father Frank, and his mother Alice. Of whom had been corrupted earlier by Chokes On It, who had taught Alice how to make special delicacies appreciated by Hashers. Long Cut Dong was there, along with Hung Jury, Oops! I Crapped In My Pants, Lick Hole Ah, Deposit Slit, Fuckeye, Primer, and Sanitary Not!
It was a live trail, that initially headed east, crossing over Upper Roswell. It went a church campground, around a lake, crossed back over Upper Roswell. Then west, behind the strip mall the End was in, alongside a creek or two that NO one had to wade in, though Lick did accidentally. Then back towards the Start, stopping short 300' to enter the End's front door. That was the runner's trail, about 3.17 miles.
The Walker's trail was 2.31 miles of road rage. Sani was given a turn by turn direction sheet by Diaper, that was rather thorough. No one got lost, on either trail. Diaper was not snared.
While the Pack was singing in Circle, the pizza shop's sole customer, sat there wide eyed. Just Rachel was a dance instructor at a nearby studio. She was approached by Ballerina and Sani, and given the run down. And a down-down for being an impromptu virgin. She said she had entered the shop in a bad mood, but felt much better watching the Hash. She said she might come, likely at a weekend Hash. Certainly hope so.
~Ballerina Booty Boy