Trail was hard to find at first but soon we were all tiptoe-ing through the tiny shiny orchids, and very pretty they were too if you could see 'em. Mona Loona wore holy shoes and High beam wore deformed pants, but there was plenty of flour to keep everyone on trail and a sh*tload of ants really busy.
On back to Foghorn's new beer garden (for which he collected the hub) and after a past-its-use-by-date raffle, the sun slowly set on Who's last lippery for the Hashing year.
Flasher caught in a religious moment.... Hallelujah
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