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MountainBeers Trail 40 - Christmas Hash n Bash
by Cock Fight
NFHN Anne certainly made up for her last trail with last nights hash. This was one of the shittiest ever!!
We all met at Genes for prelube. Due to the dismal weather, we were expecting a poor turnout but as they typically do, the hashers came thru(SO to Alex) and most everyone had donned their gay apparel. Good job guys!
After several pitchers, Anne set out on what would become a 5 mile trail. God must love his hashers, because the rain stopped as the hounds started trail. We reaked havoc thru downtown, the giant cock frightened many a lady, and we made it to
BN #1 McClafferty's Irish Pub.
NFHN Anne had half the bar full of pints for her hounds, very thoughtful she was, to give us so many dry, warm BN's. I certainly needed a break from that giant cock suit. We sang a few songs and enjoyed our brews.
Then we were off again, getting a bit mixed up around the Beechhurst PRT station but the hounds left none behind. A random, small Asian girl was terrified of the cock(but then again, they probably arent used to cocks that big), Anni led us through the Mtn Lair, and that was quite entertaining, probably more so for the students than us, judging by the 100 cell phones that popped up immediately.
Trail then led to a huge friggin hill that seemed to never end, thank god we found
BN #2 Town Hill Tavern
We woke up the sleepy little bar with our raucous debauchery, and our unorthodox "Christmas Carrols". Whether they truly enjoyed our company, or not, its hard to tell, but we certainly had fun. Thanks for the 3 pitchers Anne. This harriette has swag.
Trail led us back downhill, past Mario's, and into the woods where we found
BN #3 nestled against a tree.
When the hounds realized the beer near was Sierra Nevada Pale Ale, something like a howl was let out, as this was several of the hounds favorite brew. Man the kicks just kept cumming on this trail. At this point the rain decided it could hold off no longer, but we had no fucks to give, as were all quite loose by this time.
Trail led us back to Genes, funny how that works, and we led a great circle. There was some cocks shown, a bare ass, and TOO MANY ASS SLAPS! ow. Lots of great names were proposed for NFHN Anne, and we all need to ponder on these heavily as this harriette greatly deserves a name. VirginTom was devirginized, and i do believe, now a devout hasher.
SHITTY HASH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
P.S. LiqHerHard's mustache is gone...
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Hash Trash
MountainBeers Trail 39 - Pick-up Trail
by Cock Fight
Realize its late, but i believe the last hash was deserving of a hash trash. The pickup hash begun at the Morgantown brewing company while hounds satisfied their thirst with fine crafted ales. Unbeknownst to her, Old Facefull found the hounds while out with her brother and was convinced to join trail..
Dr. Flatus led the first leg of the trail, and it was certainly a long leg, taking us in a masterful circle chalk full of checks and false trails before the BN was found in a well. (oh and we ended up in the basement of the porn shop again...) Nice nighttime view of downtown from westover.
Cockfight then led the hounds across the river, and over to The Lobby Bar of hotel Morgan. After a lengthy stop NFHN ROBIN and NFHN TODD took us back through South Park, where we eventually made our way back to brewpub. Dr. Flatus had a lovely stash of tasty beers in his car, so we brought the.cooler to the river dock at the park and had a shitty circle on the water! Virgin Jamie was initiated into the shittiest *unning club ever and we had two much needed namings. NFHN Todd is now
ReSquirtle(please ask him why, but maybe not while eating) and NFHN Marcus is now SnowBalls!.
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MountainBeers Trail 33
by Show Cock
What a trail! The run itself wasn't the longest, but the drinking sure was. The hounds killed 4 30 packs and an entire bottle of Vodka like it was orange juice! 3 beer nears, one on a roof of a campus building downtown, and a liquor near on the PRT!
Boy did we freak out all those freshmen! The hounds and hares were so raucous and loud that it was necessary to leave the planned end. luckily NFHN Bri lived across the street and circle was reconvened, and reconvened again after being yelled at by a neighbor... RUTH was looking to get Lik'ed Hard, or take a Moneyshot to the face... Seriously late hashers, Drama Queen Bitch, Cream of Sheep, and the lovely NFHN Natasha found the circle, representing Peach Fuzz H3 from GA. The circle quickly became out of control when NFHN Pilar repeatedly received unwanted attention, Sorry AG! But the discrepancy was short-lived and the hounds went on with their drunken escapades, eventually ending up at 4th n Goal for terrible Karaoke... I blacked out here, so unfortunately i can't add any more to this hash ... But Congratulations DQB and COS, who are getting married tomorrow(they met at a hash)!!!!!!!!!!!
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MountainBeers Trail 31
by NFHN Annie
Wellll that was the sloppiest shitty trail ever laid by mountainBEERS.
NFHNJared and NFHN Andrew did a really shitty job. First there was way too much beer because the rain scared everyone away. Then we had a brown bag near with some whipped cream delight in a bottle that was liquor-licious and Gus (not his hash name but i can't remember) fell in love, but no LIQHER was to be found, and then we had shiggy, more beer, moonshine, shiggy, and more R*NnINg with shenanigans. Our numbers were few, but our spirits were high! NFHN Kevin , joined up the shiggy trail late but because the hares were so SHITTY he could easily find the group and join in our shenanigans!
Flour is DA BOMB and MountainBEERS is SO GOOD at marking the TRAIL! I mean shitty! This was no 9-25 miler hash, it was under 5 which is good because you young'uns are wearing us old folks out. I left you early but heard about late night shenanigans and memory loss. One should always remember after a whipped cream brown bag near and a moonshine near to be completely reckless while partying downtown. SHITTY SHITTY HASH!
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