This is only a summary. If Basket remembers it better, he can redo the write-up. F*ck this, anyways! Why am I always stuck doing these damned write-ups? WHO gives a sh*t! But I digress. For Xmas, then, the hare set a trail from the Hardware store at the Forestdale exit off 146. Some visitors showed up, certain to be disappointed. The hare was live setting, in crusted snow. The trail was a counterclockwise circle, with a nice falsie to the right up to the powerlines almost immediately.  The pack was fooled long enough for the hung-over Fuwangi to catch up. It then turned northwest on 146a, and turned into some light woods. The river was crossed, and trail turned southeast, entering the North Smithfield industrial park. There was a beer check. I have no clue where at this point. But enough was provided that I was soon thereafter able to pee my name in the snow for Just Rebecca. So that was OK, at least for me. She appeared unimpressed. Soon thereafter, trail led along and then crossed the railroad tracks. 146 was crossed. The pack was mostly together. They came out on Great Road. Trail turned northwest again. Holy Ozone found a school desk that had been made into a makeshift toilet(?) He of course had to bring this along. And that's about it for the trail in my limited recall. What do you want? It's f*ckin' April, already! 

The circle was held at Basket's. The School desk/Toilet was filled with ice for the hare to sit upon. The run was rated: some shiggy, some bimbos, and beer weighed in against the substantial pavement, and lack of losses on trail. In the Xmas spirit: total +0.069. Hashit to Fuwangi (WHO has a clue?) Just Rebecca was named: Cum Socket-to-me. The visitors were punished, as if they hadn't had enough to endure, with the trail. The group moved inside for food, and the Yankme Swap. The only gift I can recall was my own carefully mastered DVD copy of "Flesh Gordon". WHO always gives the best gifts! So, please feel free to send Basket your re-writes. I'm moving on the New Years' Hash. That one will be even worse, but at least the torturous ¾ mile of Woonsocket trail isn'

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