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It's was either FAG or Admiral Farragut.

Where was the start?

At Farragut Square, but the lame-brain hares called it Eye Street Park. Admiral Farragut's square is south of "Rear" Admiral Dupont's Circle. The hares and the Admirals have lot in common. History tells us that Farragut went to sea as a midshipman at age 10, where he learned to handle a long six-pounder. Vominatrix said she needs at least that much. It is known that as the Admiral came of age, he developed an affinity for French cruisers. We can rightly assume that the hares were also reared for repeated buggery.

Why is Vominatrix constantly haring?

I think it involves a medical condition. The technical term is "Ants in the Pants."

Why didn't the run start on time?

We stood around for ages waiting for PIO to show up with some New Zealander hasher-buggers. In the interim, Raise My Titanic gave a detailed chalk talk, using graphs, spreadsheets and Powerpoint slides. This went on and on until the virgins begged to walk the plank, be buggered and keelhauled. No one volunteered to do Father Abraham, so Titanic flashed tits n' beaver to Summer's Eve and Microsoft until they agreed to perform a truly weak rendition.

Where did we go first?

We trampled winos and glassy-eyed tourists to get to Lafayette Park. There was a check and we headed past the White House and the old Executive Office Building onto the Ellipse. From there, we ran over to Freedom Plaza and were forced to hump up a long slope of 14th Street to the Mall proper and go past the various Smithsonian buildings.

Yes, there wasn't even a hint of flour. Apparently the hares stopped for wienies and snow cones and then Vominatrix got another attack of ants in the pants, and couldn't stop to actually lay flour.

Why wasn't Twatsuuuppp! mentioned in the last hash trash?

Twatsuuuppp!Ò , a registered trademark of Twatsuuuppp!Co, got a cease and desist order on the use of her character. She's been secretly negotiating with Viacom for a cartoon show and comic book, portraying the zany antics of Twatsuuuppp!Ò and her band of sexy grrrl-power super-heroes, featuring wisecracking sidekick Sloppy Ho, not-so-innocent Pornicologist, hot, hot H2Ho, and cerebral yet sensuous Indiana Bones & the Temple of Poon, plus WOWOÔ as boy-toy wonder. But talks broke down on the casting couch and now she's crawling back with cum on her face.

Did everyone find the Beer Check?

No, we ran over to L'Enfant Plaza and some of the FRBs found ShittyShittyBangBang in a vacant lot. But Shellacking the Bishop never showed.

Was STB having sex on trail?

Yes, but at least he wasn't doing it in a tent in front of 120 curious onlookers this time.

Did much happen at the Beer Check?

Well, we drank beer, if that's what you mean. We also discovered Kat House. That's her real name, you morons. She donned the soiled apron as she assumed the beer bitch position. But it almost didn't fit around her sumptuous bosoms, which soon became soaked with beer, inviting the admiration of Number 2 who knows something about hefting full, wet jugs (of beer, you preverted half-wits).

Yes, but it didn't take a genius to figure out a shortcut to da-big-white-dome-on-da-hill. Even Maisy and WOWOÔ sniffed that one out. We ran straight up to the Capitol steps where a lovely concert was in progress. For the most part, our usual hashing idiots kept their whistles quiet and their pants up. We ended up under the freeway.

Not a single cop showed up at the on-in. Even the po-lice won't go in that 'hood. But the hares were stopped for questioning at the Capitol by three police forces: the Capitol and Metropolitan Police and the Secret Service, a new WH4 record.

Well, first of all, Monkey Piss was accused of finally landing a job. PacificRimJob and HowdyFuckinDoMe were cited for smoking butts at the beer check, PoodleFucked and Missing Rubber for failure to supervise their mutts, Diaper and PutUrHeadTweenMyLegs for being bald freaks, and Exhibit A&B for showing up twice in a row. Meatloaf and Bolo were tardy. In the illegal racing category: 2LipsintheBush, Cum Scout, Evil Jesus, Jesus Bitch, Vibrator, FAG, PIO, HT, WOWOÔ , SnatchKey, et al raced in a 10-miler.

It probably doesn't cause long-term damage, as long as you remember protect vital organs with plenty of Beer, Greasy Food and Regular Sex.

Yes, but as an officially sanctioned event, the Beer Mile followed proper health and safety practices. Participants coated their organs with a six pack of beer before, during, and after the run. The first to finish all 6 beers and the mile won the race. Puts It Out tried to enter both male and female divisions, winning the men's mile in 7:25, followed closely by Evil Jesus and his evil Jesus Bitch. Sloppy Ho aced the women's division. While Twatsuuuppp!Ò and WOWO Ô more than covered the spread in the long toss projectile vomit competition.

Yes, the 2 New Zealand bugger-boys pulled in with (or pulled out of) PIO. But since they didn't speak intelligible English, we didn't get their names, just something about cumming to New Zealand in 2004 for World Interhash.

Paul (HowdyFuckinDoMe)

Jessica (HowdyFuckinDoMe)

John (HowdyFuckinDoMe)

Jenny (HowdyFuckinDoMe)

Janet/Janna? (Kat House)

Tessa (PutUrHeadTweenMyLegs)

Shanna (PutUrHeadTweenMyLegs)

Kim (Blows Like a Hurricane)

John (Internet Porn Sites)

The Vagina Girls Choir conducted by SnatchShot definitely had it all over the Peenies with numerous variations on "Tie me up, strap me down, strip me, spank me, lick me and fuck me like the little hasher that I am."

Some guy named Just Darrin had the weakest excuse among the eligible wankers for not having a name yet. Something about only winos drink under a bridge. PIO led him out to face the music. It seems he is a magazine designer. (Maybe he could do something with this potty-paper of a news rag). Anyway, it came down to Rumpled4Skin or Sticky Pages and the sticky pages stuck. I think DQ and 8aPuss came up with the name.

Analversaries? 2LipsintheBush-25, BigBang-50

Last Run with WH4? 2-Timin'Hymen

There were many contenders, but Vominatrix strapped on the trophy for chronic over-haring.