I must say I was a tad confused when I saw the arrow pointing into McMurphy’s pub. Apparently it was a decoy to throw off the early comers, as the hash truly did begin at Gabby’s... at 5pm.

Speaking of gabby, HaipooGai didn’t get the memo. Apparently he was enjoying a beer on his patio with his imaginary wife when he noticed a plethora of colourful shirts stroll past. Being a clever fellow he deduced that perhaps the hash didn’t begin at 7pm.

Flyer and Poker arrived with a flourish. They had r*ced to the bar from home; Flyer r*nning and Poker riding his supercycle. Flyer won. Hmmm... me thinks Poker likes it when his wife beats him.

After a pint or two, and a short wait for HaipooGai to change clothes, we circled up in front of the bar for an extended chalk talk. Apparently this trail had more marks then the Bundesbank! Not only that but co-hares New Shoez and Cougar had taken it up a notch with some colourful art. In fact, shortly after the pack got moving we found a stunning horn of plenty still-life etched into the corner of Banff and Eglinton.  Hash art critic Shampoo said it looked like a vagina. High praise, indeed. Anyway he got his comeuppance a short time later when a former soccer mom said he could r*n faster if he didn’t have a wooden knee.

This hash even offered up the opportunity to earn extra points. Only Humpday and Flyer were unable to pass up the opportunity and hopped on the kiddie swings in Howard Talbot Park.

It’s amazing how hashers make a lasting impression. The mere sight of a pick up camper behind Leaside Collegiate reminded Shadow of Pussyfoot and almost made him weep.

This is also the area were hash shit disturber Casket Case found a lovely retro Pepsi ColaTM carrying case and lugged it with him until finally leaving it accidentally on purpose at the home of Cokey McCokecoke ^TM.

Eventually the trail wound its way back to Davisville. While the FRB’s chased the beer near to Casa Cougar, I slipped into Birdbrian’s backyard where the beer check had been hidden. There was an abundance of beer available and GM Humpday made the most of it. Unfortunately, being a residential neighbourhood we had to censor some of our lyrics. As a public service here are the words that were left out.  Shitty shitty motherfucker shitty shitty- fucking asshole- pissed- humps- bugger bum titty titty bum titty titty titty bum bum titty titty bum titty bum titty titty bum titty titty titty bum assholes-penis ass-Scotland-fucked motherfucker motherfucker motherfucker motherfucker ... (ed. note.... okay I think they get the idea.)

After a bunch of down downs stock market saviour Rose Eh presented Prick of the Week to Birdbrian for breaking her priceless Walmart camping chair. Shame.

Travellers in hand, the pack wandered back to Gabby’s and attempted to order food.  Eventually the hat was passed and Humpday was elected to go to Macs to load up on snacks until the overwhelmed waitress was able to get to our table. No problem though cuz by the looks of things some of us could afford to skip a meal... or two.