Attention wankers, diddlers, sodomizers, and… (dare I say it?) fornicators!

This week the revolutions of the Earth are conspiring to force Title 18 to change the first digit of his age (and hopefully the last digit as well, or else he’s going to be even more depressed and whiny than usual). Now, he did stop celebrating and/or recognizing birthdays, holidays, and workdays a long time ago, but luckily for you he hasn’t stopped laying trails.

LVHHHH #1325 is this Saturday, and will only become a pick-up hash if Title 18 shows up too hung over to drag a bag of flour across the parking area. (no promises)

Things to bring

• $6
• FLASHLIGHT (yes, really, it gets dark early these days)
• whistle (a loud hash is a happy hash!)
• water
• virgins (please, sir, can I have some more?)
• visitors
• thirst for the golden nectar

Trail is not dog friendly, per se

Title might be doing another A-B run to screw with all the SCBs (stop calling me that!)… then again, he might not. Be prepared for a B van, just in case. If you’re lucky there might even be a Turkey-Eagle Split (or 2?) somewhere in the middle. Give him a call or text if you need to find the on-in, and remember he might not pick up if he’s currently underground. (Damn you 4G and your inability to penetrate the Earth!)

Misdirections

To get to the box: Take 215 around to the west side, and get off at Far Hills (one exit south of Summerlin Parkway, one exit north of Charleston). Head (wsh?) west, towards the mountains. Less than a mile away, at the intersection with Desert Foothills Drive, there’s a dirt parking area(ish) on the right side. Pull off and park there, without blocking the small paved road (you’ll see it once you pull in) and without blocking the dirt road that leads at an angle deeper into the wilderness towards the construction trailers. No need to go far into the dirt, the ‘box’ will be right there at the intersection.

For Mis-directions, possible dirty talk, and today’s lucky numbers, call Title 18: 435-2l4-O819