View allAll Photos Tagged Hash
Hashing. Run 498, The Ship Inn to Blaxhall Youth Hostel, Blaxhall, Suffolk.
Oxford Hash House Harriers away weekend, Blaxhall, Suffolk, 2008.
Fap Jack, Pink Cherry Licker, Dung-Fu Grip and Just Alex try to eat but Hash flash will not leave them alone!
And the hares...Finger Nips and Dung-Fu Grip. They were condemned for not giving us more scenic trail along the beach.
I've seen that smile on Hairy Potter before, I know what's he's looking at!! That's exactly what got him in this family situation in the first place!
Hare dBASED delivered his usual uninformative, as well as lie-filled, Instructions of Trail. As you can see in the background, The Human Pube has fallen asleep!!
Religious Adviser Dung-Fu Grip brings Banana Basher, Just Evan, Wicked Retahted and Finger Nips to the altar for skipping trail.
This set of death-tempting stairs that lead on-down from Cliff Drive should be name the Cliff Dive steps!!!
Here's the last hashers standing as closing time approached. Goodnight from Trail 789. May the Hash go in Peace.
A metal cop,TIMMY,Phyllis Driller,Hugh Heifer,Cumcerto, and Twat Did You Say? form circleup for introduction.
The RA submitted himself for a down-down for taking a naked dip in the frigid waters of the Monterey Bay.
Just Ciarra smiles when told the pack has settled on a hash moniker for her. Let's see how long that smile stays on her face AFTER she hears her name!
Opting for a cooler clime as well as some peace and quiet, Jizziki and Cumfart Zone chose outdoor dining. Less chance they'll be kicked out too!
As soon as the engineer (driver?) emerged, Cumfart Zone immediately moved in to hit on him. She was unsuccessful in her endeavor.
Tits and Game and Broke Bench Mountain walk calmly along Center Street. It's too near the Hound Pound, AKA police station, to act weirdly.
While the sign says Exotic Animals, Shallow Hole peeked in and said she saw NO hashers! Hey, Hole, the sign said Exotic, not Erotic!
New co-GM's Fap Jack and Pink Cherry thank outgoing co-GM's Thmp-Thmp and Princess Di(arrhea) for their two years of semi-organized pandemonium.
Snapping Twat and Courtesy Flush are fine with walking into Beer Check. They are unaware of how low the trough is getting.
Where would you find (and WHY would you want) a statue of a small child giving himself a blow job?!?
Co-hares Ho To Housewife and Just Robin are plied with alcohol by Pink Cherry Licker to reveal Beer Check location. She was unsuccessful in this ploy.
Ho To Housewife was congratulated on her chicken puppet Christmas present, Hugh Heifer was punished for leaving early to go hear some music and all the while Accuprick stands off to the side choking HIS chicken!
With the kegs floating, the pack packs and adjourns headed for on-on-on at The One-Double-Oh-Seven Club.
Here are the four that never left Mountain Brewery:Great Barrier Queef,Twat Did You Say?,My Little Bony and Pussy Galore
This picture of Paki-Sack is so rude I refuse to end Flash 7-HUNDRED with it. Instead, I will use the picture we all wish to take away as our most vivid memory of the day.
Here we see Cuntjungle imploring co-GM Pink Cherry Licker to allow her to be adopted by Surf City. I take note of the fact she's still in possession of her garter belt. She must not have found any new 'friends' along trail.
The Arabian Goggler,Paki-Sack, Twisted Fister and Stub Rub gaze as November sun reflects off the flame-colored hair belonging to Summer's Yeast and Ho To Housewife.
Finger Nips crosses the Soquel Avenue brdige hoping a gust of wind doesn't blow her into the San Lorenzo River!
Here's TIMMY!!! giving the Chalk Talk to the Virgins. By the time he laid down the fourth mark, all their eyes glazed over. Assuming they were still sober, this condition was most likely due to information overload.
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.
I noticed three hashers on bended knee here praying trail would soon be over. Their prayers were not answered
The menu at the Hash House A Go Go is a crazy good one, though not for those who have a small appetite. The Portions are ridic.
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!
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?!?
And here is the wild, brown yonder of which the hare spoke. It was definitely 'wild' though there was much 'green' in addition to 'brown', mos of it poison oak though.