It’s a long way down Route 7 to get to Seneca Road. What do these people do during rush hour?

Well, Milk Money was missing in action, so that should tell you something about the bookkeeping. Here’s a good one—I didn’t even pay. Milk Money wouldn’t have let me get away with that. Wankers Aweigh just said something about me owing him something ?

Well, Seneca Road is a beautiful spot, a very familiar location to anybody who hashes with the Great Falls H3. We arrived to a couple of long time no-seers like the Arbos, *69, and See Dick Run, to be frank.

Yes Dear requested our presence to sing Father Abe but most people were feeling uncooperative. When we finally did circle up, it was the most pathetic group of singers I’ve ever seen. Beazer didn’t even seem too interested.

Finally, Yes Dear put us out of our misery and called WALKING. We took off into the woods, half the crowd went left, the other half went right onto true trail. We ran for about 10 minutes and I was jogging down a hill thinking I needed a pedicure, when I heard a female making moaning/screaming/squealing sounds. I thought I should yell hasher coming up, just in case I was about to catch a couple in a compromising position. Instead, I came upon *69 lying in a dried up creek, having sprained her ankle (sprain, sprained, have sprungen?) (spring, sprang, sprung?). For Sale or Rent, Continental Drip, and Big Bird Turd were nursing her—that must have eased her mind – NOT! Continental Drip, always the gentleman, was trying to calm her.

Well, we all stared at her for a while, then the walkers came up and stared at her for a while, then a pack of front runners who signed in late came and stared at her for a while. Finally, we sent Fly the Friendly Thighs and Wankers Aweigh off to a farmhouse to use the phone or something. (Note here—I do not think any of these people were ever in the girl scouts or boy scouts—as a matter of fact, I don’t think any of the assembled crowd made an A in First Aid).

Finally, it was suggested that she should be carried out of the woods—I thought maybe we were going to predict the next big rain that would come and fill the creek and wash her out of the woods or something. So, given that blast of an idea, we tied 2 sticks to her ankle to stabilize it, 2 macho men volunteered to carry her, and off they went to our clapping. Well, all of a sudden, there were 25 hashers who were kind of looking at each other with that "do we have to run now" look. We all decided how impractical that would be since we were so far behind—better to shortcut with the walkers. So, off-a-walkin we did go, with Black Box in the lead.

Trail was beautiful. We came to a check and Black Box led us uphill to a shortcut. We got lots of hash business out of the way—the next Red Dress Run, whether or not to combine our Halloween Run with the D.C. Fags H3, whether or not the Hashit would be here so that Late Cummer could carry it proudly, like a flag for her scribing boo-boo, etc..

Mellow Foreskin Cheese talked a little about the Packers. I think he was referring to the football team but that was during our Halloween Run conversations, so he may have been referring to DCFH3, but what do I know?

Well, I think we may have covered 4 checks during this entire trail—and what a sweat we worked up! Before you know it, we could see cars and the end of trail. We followed the voices and the BEER NEAR sign to ON-IN and the rest of the hashers waiting for us.

I am assuming somebody ran this trail. I hope it was a good run.

We ate sandwiches and chips to the LOUD sound of Dual Air Bags whining about the generic brand sodas.

Yes Dear came up and confessed a mismanagement—Wankers Aweigh was out on trail and had the key to the car that our books were locked in. I guess we won’t do anniversaries, namings, or virgns this week—guilty smile.

Yes Dear called circle up and we all gathered to toast the hares for a shitty trail. We knew we hadn’t seen the Arbos for a while, so we made them drink. "Well", Yes Dear and I said to each other, "there’s Cyclops too. Let’s call him a returner". So we did.

Violations were:

1. Full Metal Balls for being a media slut. We passed around a photo of him in a kitchen cabinet advertisement—didn’t you know he modeled on the side?
2. The Hares for serving Food Lion soda
3. Hard Drive and Poop Deck for having birthdays last week
4. *69 for spraining her ankle and not getting up and running the trail anyway
5. Dual Air Bags for impersonating Fussy Bitch with PMS
6. Black Box for telling the scribe a steamy, sizzling, XXX-rated sexual encounter story on trail
7. Wankers Aweigh for going to that farmhouse and not coming back
8. Hot Legs for not giving Wankers Aweigh any "easement" Friday night so that he left her for the farmer’s daughter
9. Cyclops for being Mr. Green

Quick Drawers of course did not show up with the Hashit so that we could give it to Late Cummer. Remember, next time.

We sang Swing Lo and went in peace.

Date: November 6, 1999

Theme: Veterans Hash

Start: Hash will start at school at 24th and N Streets, NW.

Directions: from VA cross Memorial Bridge, go left around Lincoln, go left on 23rd St (first left). Go left on N St to the end, park at school.

From MD take Rock Creek Parkway to Pennsylvania. Go right on Penn, then

left on 24th to the end.

Take New York to Mount Vernon Square, then up Connecticut to Scott Circle,

then East on N Street to the end.

October 30^th is a joint MVH3 - FMH3 - WH4 trail, with beer, costumes, beer, band, and beer. Our usual 10:00 AM start time will be at 6:30 PM that day.

FOUND: CD – at AGM in May, sound track for "The Full Monty" .

Register NOW for the MVH3 Millinium New Year’s Eve Party, to be held New Year’s Eve. Registration forms are on Harddrive’s website.

On-On,

On-On,