Hares: Steamer, Dr. Quest, Little Guinea, Sweet Cheeks. "No Flour, No Problem" This weeks hares proved, yet again, that an MVH3 trail can be marked with little or no flour and the pack will still find their way to the beer. (Trust me, I know). The crowd of hashers that assembled in the Hechinger's parking lot near Montgomery Mall on Saturday were led through a rancorous rendition of Father Abraham by our very own Cinderella, Byte Lightning as he avoided Cunning Runt, Dr. Jeckyl, and Dual Air Bag's taunts and jeers for wearing new shoes. I found it very curious that after the run he slipped silently back into those nifty little aqua booties before having to do a down-down for his heinous violation. The pack set out with the usual FRBs looking for trail. As we left the parking lot we spotted Bush Master doing a quick change out of his uniform and to hashing garb. A very dedicated hasher, indeed. Trail led to a couple of good BTs which really threw the FRBs off and I found myself at the front of the pack as I heard Stained Sheets exclaim that "the last shall be first and the first shall be last." This situation lasted about a nanosecond when normal order was restored as Missing Link and Beazer passed me and the pack headed into the nature center. I saw Geisha Boy trying to explain our presence to the park patrol. I think the officer was just worried that GB might possibly disturb the prinstine Montgomery County ecosystem with those shoes of his! The trail was relatively easy to run at this point and I was beginning to feel cheated by Steamer's rantings about treacherously slippery rocks. Little did I know that I would be spending the remaining hour of the run hobbling over those slippery rocks and watching my fellow hashers stumble over ankle abusing terrain. When we came to the first water crossing I didn't want to get my shoes wet so Yes Dear was nice enough to piggy-back me over to the opposite bank. It would have been even nicer of him to do the same for me for the next 45 minutes but since chivalry is dead in America I had to resort to trudging through the muddy water on my own. I was, however in good company as Rat's Ass, Wilburr, and Squidley Diddley splashed by. The stream led to a tunnel, big surprise, as Blue Balls, and Fly the Friendly Thighs were spotted cautiously maneuvering the rocky stream bed on the other side. Just when I didn't think my ankles could take anymore the trail led to uthe road and "Beer Near" was located. Then the trail when about another 2-3 miles before the actual beer was found. The munchies were great, the beer was cold, the sodas were Maryland iced. The circle was led by Byte and we welcomed virgins, Martin Karp, Philip Gross, and Naomi Rose. We had a few anniversarians, Don Gale - 5, Yes Dear - 75, Tore Ass - 85, Wilburr - 100, Steamer - 115, and Mr Get a Life - Rubber Hummer with 185 runs. We were visited by Chatty Kathy, MegaByte Me, Clint, and Dumpster. Liquid Wrench, Wun Hung Lo, and Overbooked returned to the hash after a long hiatus. We had several violations with Spinal Tap leading the pack of late cummers followed by Hasher Humper, and Bush Master. 3 x a Lady had sex with a firehydrant. Rutro had a birthday and Fire and Ice and Tore Ass had sex on trail. Screws Everybody got a new car so we had to make her drink for that, of course! And Roto is the proud owner of the hashit now that we know what kind of oral sex he's into. Squeal like a piggy, Roto! Squeal like a piggy, Roto!