Negotiations with the Trash Writers Association of Toronto (Local 69) and mismanagement are continuing. This week Rose Eh kindly volunteered to write the trash.

I don’t know why I have to write the trash. No one listens to me any other time. I really think we should rename UPS, it’s a stupid name. I’m not sure why so many hashers showed up at Aristotle Mc Gregor’s. Didn’t they realize it was too cold to hash?

My New Year’s resolutions were to wear more lipstick and not to talk to HaiPoo Gai. And he brought his wife. Can you imagine being married to him? I hope she got noise cancelling headphones for Christmas.

I don’t remember the last time Dapper Sapper hared a run in Hogtown. The trail was way too long for a Monday night and you couldn’t see the marks.

And why did we need two beer checks? Gabby’s would have been enough but then we had to go to the Granite brewery. And why were there 2 pitchers of down down beer?

I can’t believe that Humpday would make us do down down’s in a bar filled with hockey fans. And can you believe he was standing right in front of the big screen. We should’ve gone to the Longest Yard. (Mismanagement note: Ummm... thanks Rose Eh)