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Paki-Sack is content to walk down the steps. I think he's trying to dry out from the earlier water-crossing!
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!
Consensus pegs this handsome bird as a Black-Crowned Night Heron. This fellow though is hanging out where anglers clean their fish. Lazy bastard!
RA Accuprick salutes Just John and Broke Bench Mountain for wearing fishnet stockings and/or thong underwear.
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.
Puff the Magic Drag Queen was (slightly) amused by Wicked Retahted's joke of getting a box of Puff and Life cereal making fun of Puff attending 700 consecutive hashes.
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.
Dog Breath was called up to try out the dog bowl down-down dish and if ONE hare drinks, they ALL drink so Just Robin and Ho To Housewife joined him.
Having the pedestrian walkway closed for repairs, the clan is coerced into crossing San Lorenzo River using the closed and condemned train trestle. Deadliest Snatch and Wicked Retahted keep eyes down, miss a step and you're going for a swim!!
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.
This is the aftermath of an invasion of hungry hashers:lots of empty plates and probably a few broken glasses
dBASED talks with visitor Tommy Hilfingerme. Tommy is from Long Beach H3. Those are the hashers that got sick of dBASED and sent him up here to plague our existence!
And the hares...Dog Breath and Ho To Housewife. Both were condemned for leading the pack into an ambush with potentially life-threatening consequences.
TIMMY takes the troops down this private alley behind a flea-bag motel. This is an excellent way to either get arrested for trespassing or shot by the frightened motel owner!
Shallow Hole, Tits and Game and Bacon Queef are ecstatic to be past the guys in the right background. They said those guys were leering at them and probably fantasizing about acts both rude and lewd!
Here's hare Dung-Fu Grip giving Instructions of Trail. Using his bizarre (warped?) sense of humor, he admonishes all hounds to take the Eagle trail and avoid the Turkey trail.
And here is their penultimate atrocity: a baby having his breakfast PBR and being accosted by a thirsty rat
I noticed three hashers on bended knee here praying trail would soon be over. Their prayers were not answered
Meanwhile, TW Bitch and Goldie Coxxx skip the preliminaries. Goodnight from Hash 430,May the Hash go in Peace
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
I participated in a walk called a "hash". This was the last part of it and it was scary b/c you had to walk over this old railroad bridge w/ huge gaps. Notice the people behind me carrying their dogs.
Finger Nips and Bacon Queef back away from the brilliant sheen illuminating from Princess Diarrhea's ensemble.
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?!?
Deep Stroke abandons her fellow harriettes Twat Did You Say?, Pink Cherry Licker and Shallow Hole long enough to visit the bar...again. Shocking, isn't it?!?
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.
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?!?
This is the Visitors Center on Water Street near Ocean Street. What is located just next door? See the next picture, please.
The view of the Boardwalk from here is excellent and far safer than getting any closer to dangerous Beach Flats
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!!