DBH3 Hash #69 x 10 (that's 690 dumbass!)

Beautiful downtown Orange City was the locale of this week's hash. Great turnout-several Orlando wankers made the trip, as well as 2 cute young virgin boys, recruited by Skinamax. (Are you sure they're old enough to drink, Skinny?) Skinamax was feeling a little under the weather so he conned Teddy into haring with PAM.

After a pen and paper "chalk talk" (too hard to write on gravel!) for the cute young virgin boys, the pack was on-out down 17-92. On-across, then.(I can't tell you from there.I am slightly "directionally challenged".right, Crotch?.) Good trail-not too long, just the right combination of shiggy and road. It was good ankle grabbing shiggy-you know the kind I'm talking about. At one point, there was some foot deep sugar sand that really sucked, and it was uphill to boot! WTF? There aren't supposed to be any hills in Florida.

The trail took us past every f*cking stupid yappy dog in whatever the f*ck county we were in. The walkers almost got attacked by a couple of them. They came running at us as their owner said, "It's okay, don't worry-they're nice." Yeah right, lady. They're nice to you because you're their OWNER! Survived that close call only to have another one later with some rednecks on ATVs.

We knew we must be getting close to the end (there was no f*cking beer stop) because we could see a main road up a-cranium in the distance. "That must be 17-92, we're probably going to Dale's." "Cool, we're almost there." "How come we keep walking, but the road's not getting any closer?" "Are you sure that's 17-92?" "It looked a lot closer from back there." "Is Waayyy Beyond Gay really gay?" "Watch out for those rednecks on ATVs." Sorry, I got carried away.

Eventually we got there and yes, we did go to Dale's. They serve the best kind of chicken wings on Wednesday nights-FREE ones! And, it was some dude's birthday so we got to partake in some yummy birthday cake. Mmmm.cake and beer.

Some circle highlights: Dale and his wife joined us for a down-down. Semper announced that she is expecting a little hasher and celebrated with a root beer down-down. Mount Dora had to do a "hardware" down-down for wearing duct tape on her knee. Peter Phile joined her because it was apparently his duct tape, and Richard Pierce drank for his hardware. The rest of you people bore me.

I'm done now.

-Cockpit

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