242nd Birthday of the United States Marine Corps. Drink and be merry in honor of our beloved Corps.

Leave your Aston Martin on the curb because, my dear hashers, we will plot this trail For Your Eyes Only. Follow the marks of blood and suspense, and enjoy a casual Bond girl or three, because after all… You Only Live Twice. This trail will be laid as good as 007’s Goldfinger in your Octopussy… and have we mentioned his Thunderball(s)?

Finally, it’s here again, the hairiest, bristliest, most masculine trail of the year. Sport your finest in upper lip decoration and join us for a mustachioed trail where the men are men, and so are most of the women. If you don’t have your own flavor saver, don’t worry – there will be enough tequila to make you think using a permanent marker on your face sounds like a good idea. And that’s fine, because if you can’t grow your own bigote enorme…well, that’s actually bad and you should feel bad. The hares aren’t going to tell you that it’s ok. Even Gaybelline tried.

Fed up with the bloodthirsty excesses of that Teutonic warlord, Kaiser Wilhelm, Woodrow Wilson (D, NJ) went before the Congress on April 6, 1917, and received a declaration of war to make the world safe for democracy. It was then that the United States found herself embroiled in a great war and 100 years to the day, Hashers and Harriettes commemorate the occasion with much drink and reflection.