Lets say that many of the hash had their ID's on file with the UofD security
such that if they were ever caught again they might be forbidden from ever
setting foot on UofD property again.

Where might be the best place to start a hash?  Well, if you are Fuk Stik
that answer would be a UofD parking lot.

So we met there at 2pm Central time (had a few beers) and headed out.

In the jungle the mighty jungle the hashers trip tonight.

We found ourselves wonderfully led through greenery and a water crossing
(some folks tried to follow a false the wrong way but Bad-Lay and Spand-Ox
knew better). Across some highways around some developments - through like
15 miles of blacktop and dying of dehydration we finally hit the first beer
check.  It was next to the breasts of Newark that we suckled from sweet
sweet teat of the beer goddess.  (No the Beer Goddess does not look like Fuk
Stik).

The over the boobs we continued on trail...through some more stuff we came
to the Chicken/Eagle split.  For some unknown reason we ALL choose eagle and
went though highways and river walks to the On-In.  Of course we beat the
hash van to the on in.  In Fuk Stik's shame he just decided to move the
On-in to a different parking lot near by and claim that he meant to do it.

Sausage debacle

What do you get when you cross a vegetarian, cheese, bread and yummy meat
products when you only have one knife? Comedy!

And then we drank

The circle went as follows: We bitched and drank (and got naked).  No real
revelations of any magnitude (sadly - I was naked).

And then we drank

Well, we all ended up back at the Sandcastle and started drinking.  Fuk Stik
provided the beer and Spand-Ox provided the food and the location.  We drank
until Fuk Stik decided he was no longer the life of the party and took the
beer and went home.  Then it took me forever to kick everyone else out.
Then I slept.

-Babe the Blew Spandox

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