Cougar’s Clueless Hash - July 12, 1999 Well, here we7’re spending another muggy Monday eve, running around like lemmings looking to leap. Location the lovely LaSalle Park in a tiny burb of Burl. There’s Clot, digital hash picture flashed across front and back - o-yes, us hashers embrace you, if no one else does. New face Sourgas chatted up by Phart, they must have a smell in common. Maid Marion a.k.a. Hotschlitz a comeback after many moons. And damn if it isn’t Brain, blinding the plebs with his flashy vehicle. At least he had the silver grey matter in his cranium to park away from envy at the last hash. Off through the park - allegro non troppo, and one false trail, how pathetic. Along the beach and duck shit - but now we’re really on a roll up a heaving hill, till the arrow hints of a quarry, but no, our route goes through a mine field littered with old junk and young love’s leftovers. Valdi the voice of the people decides against another weakly way around, so that we can cheer the Tour de Burlington young bucks on iron horses what a refreshing sight compared with this bunch of sweaty sloggers. Past some loverly villas where Phart finds his former coach to tell him how deep he has sunk from a 19 min 5-k to hash running we reach the end and the late coming Jesus. Well coming late is better than never and you guys should wait up when we are trying to come. Although some wimmin had to wait up for Black Widow dumping his load in the woods before going on. And thus being dehydrated we throng up to the booze vehicle and while the half-liter Sleemans seem to go down well there were far too few of them and the wine didn’t even get decorked what am I paying for here. What’s worse, the hash dray, who claims he can’t keep up with demand, did not even bring the chalice, so no kudos for Cougar and his companion for a thoroughly beastly run and just getting off the plane is no excuse. So on-on to the Lakeshore being served by someone’s acquaintance which usually means a bigger tip and how hashers hate that! So wait up Phart I have to go one more time, or else I don’t come - home that is and forget the rest.