The lot was small and filled by the time I arrived at 6:20. WHO parked in front of me on the street and the other Gill, Sautee Man pulled in behind me. The rest of the Wankers had off-street parking including: Pubic, OOzing, Mr.R, Rusty, Just Pat, Cracker, and The Fat One,<br/><br/>

At 6:30 sharp, WIPOS gave Chalk talk and we were off. In 1000 yards we hit the Whiskey Check and stopped to have an Irish wee nippy and a wee nippy song. We were soon off to the next check when I hit an X and decided to continue on. The pack went right and that was the last I would see or hear from them for almost 2 miles.<br/><br/>

After a short while of being alone, I pulled out my phone and checked the map. I was heading into a straight path towards Taunton Ave and with no intersecting trails, I could either turn around and admit defeat or continue on and take the first right heading north. I chose the latter and was alone for the next 45 minutes. As I rounded the corner and started north again, I got a text from Just Pat with a link to his location and asked if he was near Pinnacle Hill. He was and I continued northerly. The trails were very rocky with lots of ups and downs, but just one shiggy pit. I saw my first bit of flour on a long wooden bridge and knew I'd survive.<br/><br/>

I could hear the pack as I hit the trail on the end of the bridge. It was not long before I found the impatient bastards complaining about waiting for me to arrive after I ran 4+miles to they're 1.69 to B. Pathetic bunch of Wankers.<br/><br/>

The trail back was short and we Circled Up. Comments were mostly favorable, or should have been from the shortcutting WANKERS. I actually enjoyed the company on my trail and despite the lack of marks, I gave it a positive 6.9. I don't remember any other DD's, so moving along the Hashit. They tried to pin the deer hump on my ass for running (?) twice the distance they did, but it fell to Just Pat for trying to save my lost ass and showing compassion. Let no good deed go unpunished.<br/><br/>

After Religion we went to Gavel Public House where they fixed their plumbing and we all enjoyed the OnOn. It wasn't until the next day that I saw that some locals had fun and egged the side of my car. The next week WHO still had premature red cocks splattered over the side of his car. It must have been the singing 'off key' by the Hare that sent them into the RAGE. <br/>
OnOn Basket wit my 2cents<br/><br/>

PS How pathetic is it that Just Pat takes the Hashit as his date to the KNURD? I think he needs a big Hash Hug...but not too close if you know what I mean.