I’m here to report that I survived another Hash Monday. This one wasn’t all that difficult thanks to the Hare’s efforts at accommodation for the old, fat, and frail. Anal Receptive actually laid two trails, a 10K with three hills, and a mostly flat 4K trail. I’m sure y’all know which route I chose. I did add 1.6K to the effort by walking to the start from my house. Here’s some of what I saw along the way:
Some after-Hash time at It Doesn’t Matter, then I called it a day. Keep ’em coming!
From the November 2017 LTG archives, I’m offering up the unprecedented three-for: each post has a similar theme as I make my way out of the recent heartbreak I’d experienced. The Dating Game is about my online and real-time efforts. Who’s Your Daddy covers a night out on the town with my buddy Duke. And Keep the Customers Satisfied is about my exploits as an asshole. A gal named Joy is the common denominator in all three posts. I’d forgotten all about her until re-reading these posts. Let me say I’m sorry again, Joy.
And in another odd coincidence, today’s YouTube video is about the seven signs you are a stupid person. I’m smart enough to recognize that at least five of them apply to me.
At least I’m good for a laugh:
And that, my friends, is all he wrote. For today.
Looks to have been a good walk. Congrats on acquiring a new shortcut.
I’m offering up the unprecedented three-for
I’ve never seen it written as “three-for.” It’s usually “threefer” or “three-fer.”
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Enjoy those virgin goats!
I heard they’d pulled his body out of the wreckage.
Keep on walkin’. Watch out for dodgy ladders.
Kevin, that’s the first time I recall previously using a “three-for” reference. But yeah, now that I remember the commonly used “twofer,” I can see the error of my ways. Thanks for the correction!
Well, dead is dead, and it is good that that evil fuck was dispatched to the hell he deserves.
That ladder was quite solid. I was impressed with the Hare’s efforts in constructing it.