So there we were ( no shit, blah, blah, blah) for what was again a FullMoon making BALH3 it's bitch hash. Butt this time since GGJ offered to hare this Wednesday and forgot it was a Full Moon as well, he decided that he would still hold to tradition and go from there. He made the announcement at Rockits that it will be a Full Moon style hash (pick up) butt, he would agree to pay for all the beer. Honor to him! So, the first leg was hared by none other then our 3 Day Burn and Puerto Rican Jew. You would think that after the many hares they have done, either seperate or together that we would have learned our lesson. So hares away and since there were no virgins to be had, chalk talk was pretty quiet. Thanks to Twat for singing us a new ditty that apparently had a moral at the end but since when do we pay attentions to morals? That would explain why Twat forgot the last line of the song. As we began trail, we are met immediately with an intersection. Hmmm, should we go straight where we see chad? or should we go left? What is a hasher to do? Twat takes the left and states that there was no chad or chalk to be found. It is straight a-head (yup, I'll take some of that) we go.

As we pavement pound thru downtown, trail leads us up an underpass, where Can't let go of my Tool and I notice two females above taking exotic photos of each other. Of course Tool offers his ass-istance and heads (yup, he wants some) up to the lovely ladies. As I follow, I tell him that I would be happy to take his pic with the ladies and can you believe that they preferred to at least be dressed in this picture. Something about Tool must have shy-ed them back into their clothing. Picture taken and off we go. Up on trail are Twat, GGJ and Richard Simmons running (yeah I said it). Those competitive wankers. All of a sudden they are cumming back towards us. CB69? No, no, no, my silly readers, but a YBF. Or as Chef plainly put it YBRFMFSH (You've Been Royally Fucked Mother Fucking Silly Hasher). Was there an intersection that we missed? NO, the only intersection was the one at the On-Start. (Bitch and Moan) Back down to the On-Start (over a mile) and we looked around for anything. Cum to find out that the original trail that Twat took and claimed he found nothing actually had chalk < on it. Damn you Twat for making us suffer.

So on on we go down the water towards The Holiday Inn, when GGJ remembers that 3 Day mentioned something about underage cheerleaders at Cole Park. On our way there, we came up to our first Booby Check, where Chef missed me flashing becuz he was too busy examining the booby check. Too bad for you Chef. Down futher we go and we notice Twat sitting in the middle of the walk waiting patiently. What the hell is he waiting for? Apparently there was another boob check and as Chef eagerly ran up to sit next to him so that he wouldn't miss this one, yup he missed it again. Too bad for you again. So off we go to Cole Park when we were instructed to head (yup, again) to Vernon's. Finally beer.

Damn those hares. Their only re-butt-hole to it was that we were fool enough to take the wrong trail. True, True. Next hares were now Richard Simmons and GGJ. Off they went and we wait to finish our nectar and eat some free popcorn. Oh my goodness, is that Donut Holer we see? Yes it is!! Did he travel all the way from H-town to hash with Corpus? Well, let's just say yes and leave it at that. Off we go out of Vernon's and after a few piles of chad we cum up to chalk telling us "On-On to South Beach" More pavement pounding and Chef and myself were sticking to 3 Day Burn to ass-ure us safe passage to the next bar. It was late and it is never good for 2 mexicans to walk with out our designated white guy.

Chef kept us entertained with stories from the Dave Chappell Show. Funny shit if you haven't seen it. On-on to south beach and the next hares were picked again. Damn it all to hell if I didn't pick the "H" chip. Lucky for me my co-hare was Twat. We discuss our destination and hares away. We lead the pack to the Lizard Lounge to reward ourselves with great nectar as we wait for the rest of the pack. Pack finally shows, but with guests. Yup, you guessed it, Tool again solicited himself to more females (3 this time) and was able to convince them to cum with him (to the bar, not in bed). Honor to him for the many female encounters. Hashers line up for the beer when the bartender begins to ask for I.D.'s. What is this shit? Of course Twat and I found it amusing that she didn't card us.

The bartender apparently said that she sees us in there a lot and that is why she let us slide. OOOPPS Twat, our secret has been revealed. Apparently we both sleep walk there every night and are too drunk in the morning to ever remember. Final hares are picked: Donut Holer and By The Way Boys, I'm Gay. Donut asks me for a suggestion of where to go and since it was already a quarter till 11 I advised him to go to Rockits for On-in. Silly hare for listening, and let me tell you, stupid me for going straight there and ending up the FRB.

Circle was interesting in it's own way. GGJ was the RA for the night and a hand full of hashers must have lost their voices on trail. During tails from the trail all they had to say was "I've got nothing." Now, now, now boys; word of advice; just becuz the women say that about you in bed doesn't make it ok to say out loud. :) After awhile, Circle was handed back over to 3 Day Burn for the BALH3 version of it and that is when the silence broke. 3 Day lost the bet and had to buy the next pitcher of beer. Accusations were made and plenty of people drank.

Announcements of 4 for the 4th were also made. Hares for next Wednesday are Stuff My Box and Will Blow Until Firm. Also a new note that just came in on the wire: Chef will be the our oral-ficial chef for that night as well. yum, yum, yum.