Hash Trash #176 – No Princesses, No Rappers, Just Hardcore Hashers, ya heard?
The trail was cold, wet, and douchey. So we all know what it felt like to be Cold Wet Douche, who in fact was sick and still made it out one of shiggiest trail laid by hares, Everything Butt Sex and Jefferson Starfish. There’s no excuse for the lame hashers who whined about the cold and stayed home. The weather was in the low 30s with icy winds that felt like a million knife cuts and with sleet to follow. The trail felt like we were preparing for Warrior Dash minus the fire jumping part. Let me mentally paint this …
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