One bus was all it took to get the Hash on its way to well trodden territory in Binh Duong province. Along the way stories were told, friendships forged and at least one newly minted Hasher came closer to her inner Russian race horse. Her pleas for the mercy of the bus driver were left unheeded until she said, "I don’t care who sees" brought the chivalry out in AIT who instantly took up the cause with a vigor not recently seen on the Hash.

As we came to the site runners were told to get off and walkers to stay aboard and quietly contemplate the ignominy of their fate. PADDY FAG gave stern warnings against those who could not or should not undertake any activity that may or may not be heightened by Viagra to go on the run.

The run itself began with some paper, but the high cost of its production seemed to make HAND JOB and LOST OUR SEOUL hesitant to use any. The mantle of trail marking was taken up by DOGGY STYLE who reportedly had the novel marking technique of vomiting. His dedication is inspiring.

Newly named Hashers MOOSE GOOSER and SLEAZY RIDER were coaxed into setting a Hash and TRIGGER asked PECKERHEAD, 'Are you still looking for Hares for next week?' When answered in the affirmative TRIGGER basically said PECKERHEAD should 'Get stuffed' which was eagerly seconded by everyone within earshot.

When the beer began to flow PENCIL DICK, PADDY FAG and HASH BROWN set off on a private conversation regarding the appropriateness of various suggested Hash names, like: CAMEL TOE, SCHMEGMA and anything that describes things Shipped High in Transit or slang terms for fornication that rhyme with Duck.

On! On!

PECKERHEAD

[With numerous spelling and grammatical corrections from Ed. - Ed.]