Wall-to-wall thanks to Walls Deep from the I-Left-My-Hash-In-San-Diego for bringing the natural-born-hashers just-Jennifer, just-Stephanie and just-resting-my-head-in-your-lap, AKA where-the-police-tape-has-no-name, i-liked-the-pretty-arrows-with-balls-on-them, and there-were-three-lefts. Thanks to just-Jameson for cumming pre-named, being an Irish whiskey on legs, a two-dollar-lay, and a bar-rescue, all rolled into three. If they're not at the ReDress, we'll be all the poorer and sobererer for it. Who's counting, but how the hell did we finish 52 beers before the on-after? Oh yeah, we had Beer King, he's You-Cranian. Thanks to Smirnoff Trail for somehow convincing everyone to practice their border-crossing skills instead of just, you know, walking to the beer. That had Oh-Bam-I-Care written all over it. Kudos to Three Strokes for helping to rim my circle, and 24-Hour Cum Shower for always being there when I needed her. Extra kudos all over him to www.dot-cum
for remembering the solitary hash song that we needed to re-member (what's the word for hashnesia again?), apparently cumming late helps to keep your head clear. There was much rejoicing.
Names may have been changed to protect the innocent. C U Next Time!