On-on-on was back at the Surf Bowl. Here we see everyone perusing the book of songs available for karaoke. I foresee a show of supreme half-mindedness on the horizon. Well, except from Dung-Fu Grip that is whom I see has passed out dead-drunk.

Five minutes from on-out and Broke Bench Mountain has already had to stop to water the bushes.

And the hares...Cum Rash and Shallow Hole danced to celebrate their inventive cruelty on this trail

I noticed three hashers on bended knee here praying trail would soon be over. Their prayers were not answered

Hash Fellow Kathryn Minshew of PYP Media rocked the hot tub.

Pic courtesy of IRL Productions.

Finger Nips was appointed the evening's Beer Fairy.

Broke Bench takes time for a quick wank to celebrate his 100th hash with us. Serial Box decides to celebrate her 100th by watching him

Tits and Game heads on-up before another wild woman with a weapon appears as happened on last week's trail!

Finger Nips and Bacon Queef back away from the brilliant sheen illuminating from Princess Diarrhea's ensemble.

Religious Adviser Accuprick punished Fucked-Over Fest for only showing up for Religion.

Here's our surprised DFL, Ho To Housewife. How could one of our notorious FRB's get lost on a trail of little more than a mile?!?

Here we see Dung-Fu Grip sporting his newest chapeau which was so kindly knitted for him by Finger Nips. Hmmm, wonder how he will compensate her?!?

The view of the Boardwalk from here is excellent and far safer than getting any closer to dangerous Beach Flats

Scribe Hogazm begins this week's Trash

Yes, as you know new shoes are christened for further hash use by drinking form on of them, preferably NOT the one you stepped in a pile of dog crap with either!!

Here we see co-hare Finger Nips promising two liquor stops. Sadly, the labor involved getting to them negated the pleasure of being there!

Shallow Hole (foolishly) not only had Religion at her home but allowed the gang in her house and served us dinner too! She lacks long-term experience with hashers and will soon learn so let's take advantage of her while we still can!!

This train not only consumes this family's front yard but goes along the side of the house and into the back yard as well.

The full moon was rising high-in-the-sky as Religion dragged on

Hangs Loose was chided for being unable to find Surf City's pictures on our website. Try clicking on the word 'Flash', Hangs Loose!!

For his 65th birthday, TIMMY received a walker covered in PBR cans! I bet he drank them all himself too!

I had to pull Broke Bench away from the car displaying this advertisement. He dearly wanted to wait on it's owner to appear!!!

Twisted Fister slithers close to Reverse Cowgirlz hoping to get a 'proximity high' from her. I'm not sure he really wants to feel like a woman does after sex!!!

Finger Nips and Broke Bench Mountain, still sharing space, head on-down the steps from Mission Hill, both hoping this trail is soon over

Thmp-Thmp was congratulated on the (semi) successful completion of his 25th hash with Surf City

Princess Di(arrhea): Cuff My Muff, have you noticed what this new bra does for my breasts? Cuff My Muff does not appear interested!

Virgin Jeff listens as Joke, Song or Body Part options are detailed. Hash Flash did not chronicle his response but I can safely say no males were happy with it!!

Back sliders Waxi-pad, Today Is Monday, Twisted Fister and Finger Nips were punished.

Huncote Hash Dec 2014

Virgins Jenna,Joss and Annika made it through Joke,Song or Body part relatively unscathed. Jenna and Annika made it through unclothed too!!!

Virgin Trista serenaded us with a hash song! Obviously having been coached,she was joined at the altar by her sponsor,Shallow Hole

Finger Nips was awarded a down-down for just showing up tonight!

This ledge on the side of the cliff towering above Monterey Bay began to shrink as the DFLs and walkers began to arrive. Drunks on a fifty foot cliff edge sounds like a really...bad...idea!!

This photo needs no explanation. I must say though I found nothing 'happy' about reaching fifty!!

Honor Ass,Hugh Heifer and Hairy Potter leave the safety of the picnic area behind and trudge into the woods

Summer's Yeast is either preparing to suckle from Stub Rub or she is beginning to fade somewhat.

Religious Adviser Accuprick walks away from hare-pair Dung-Fu Grip and Puff the Magic Drag Queen over his disgust with a crappy trail.

I noticed Ho To Housewife has put her jacket on. She must be getting apprehensive as The Human Pube continues to stare at her!

Virgin Erik is welcomed to the hash by founder Banana Basher. Contrary to how this may appear, this is NOT an honor!

I've been stocking up. Not actually a great range, but plenty of everything. I've a couple more rolls in Leeds that I didn't bother bringing home. Perhaps I'll actually be able to go a while before having to spend yet more on film. It's a disease I tell you.

Difficult to see but a raccoon saw no need to wait till dark when there are great trash cans to be rummaged and pillaged at every bus stop

Ah. This is obviously Hash Cash Puff the Magic Drag Queen's area: A stack of our calling cards, a pint of ale, a bottle of Swiss absinthe and a note book for the names of half-minds attending!

Pixillated Obscenity trots into first Beer Check and has begun to doubt THIS was the right trail to return to hashing with Surf City

Hares: Let's put a back check here. No, a check is what we need. No, it should be a false. Oh, crap. We've screwed THIS up, just mark the damn thing out!

Looks as if Fucked-Over Fest and Just Karee have had enough beer for one hash! Goodnight from Trail 756. May the Hash go in Peace.

Here's Last Call Norm's youngest offspring, Brave Fart. home from LA to join us for Wharf to Barf.

Twisted Fister's Labrador has his own personally embroidered leash: Toilet Baby!

I guess this advertising philosophy is an excellent example of 'English logic'!!!

Dog Breath hid when backsliders were called up. However, he was captured next for his backsliding ways and was joined by Fucked-Over Fest who was unable to retrieve a song from his little half-mind.

This was Point A for Hash 660. It may have first opened in 1947 but I bet it's been closed more of the intervening years than open!