WTF happened?

Undeterred by accounts of the previous weekday trail, 11 wankers turned up for this second attempt at an afterwork hash in AVL.  They gathered in the Westgate parking lot, anxious to find their way to beer.  Everything was going just fine, and then the hares left and things started going downhill.  Barely underway, the hares were "busted" by a nosy do-gooder and forced to reroute trail.  Losing precious minutes and enraged at having to cut out some truly sweet shiggy, they compensated by taking trail around an infuriating golf course perimeter and (to Betty's delight) sending Beer Pimmp into righteous stinging nettles.

The pack forged ahead through the golf course, collecting blood (NFN Jamie), golf balls (NFN Tory), and railroad spikes (NFN Alexis) ?!  Chargin forward, Beer Pimp entirely missed the beer check, but exacted revenge for the nettles by catching the hares!!!  Holy shit, honors!  ShortBus obligingly pantsed himself to save Beer Pimp the trouble (and to ensure an unobstructed view of his nether regions), and the pack was left at the beer check to congratulate themselves on being huge fucking wankers.

At the beer check Beer Pimp congratulated himself by slamming no fewer than 3 beers, and Jack the Ripper assured everybody that in spite of the brainless jackass hares, they could still manage to survive and maybe even have fun.  NFNs Tory and Alexis did not hear this though, because they were busy talking themselves out of a tresspassing arrest on the golf course.  Honors to the slick-tongued harriettes!!!  From there, the trail made a super-safe rushour traverse of Patton Ave., before continuing into yet another dead-end caused by the interfering public.  The hares decided to appease the pack by laying a "fry check" in a construction lot.

Racing on-home, the hares barely dodged another capture attempt, this time led by NFN McGregor, who at least managed to secure FRB for himself.  The pack endured boring, uphill pavement pounding -- spiced up by some truly whack hash marks and fry-induced cramps.  On-home at Tolliver's the pack finally held circle and many, many violations were fielded.  Nobody could remember the songs, and everybody kept slipping and tripping on NFN Tory's impressive collection of balls, but the pack still managed to swing low, thereby concluding the grand fustercluck.

 

On-out

Betty Shocker