Here we see Princess Di(arrhea) gracing Shiny Snail Trail with her necklace. She seems ecstatic. I wonder if her last boyfriend found her so easy to please?!?

Nothing I hate worse than seeing the city limits sign in my rear view mirror! Where the HELL are we going?!?

Hash Flash is accepting guesses as to what the hell In 'n Out meant by this

Genital Tongs was selected as the evening's Beer Fairy. She appears quite enamored with the proposition too, doesn't she?!?

Ska Skank Redemption and Finger Nips wait for the feeding frenzy to die down around the cooler at Beer Check.

Twisted Fister and Human Pube try to ignore Ralph knowing his fate may well be in THEIR future someday as well!!!

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Co-GM Thmp-Thmp warns co-hares Ho To Housewife and Dog Breath this had better not be some friggin' Death March!

Move to the other side of the bar and erase that credit!!! Goodnight from Trail 675. May the Hash go in Peace

Birthday co-hares Shallow Hole and Fap Jack deliver Instructions of Trail. Is was the just the sort of twaddle you'd expect from these two jokers.

Dung-Fu Grip and The Human Pube seek a quiet corner to hold an serious conversation. Blasphemous! What a terrible waste of good beer!

Here we are, on the cliffs along Pleasure Point. Trail length dictates Beer Check be pretty damn near. Enough alleys with huge mud puddles already!

Circleup for Introductions: dBASED, Gorilla Whorefare, Pink Cherry Licker.

Just Lori seems to be moving a little slower after leaving Liquor Check! TIMMY does his usual trick of 'guarding' the check while younger hashers solve it for him.

The virgins visit with the Religious Adviser was interrupted by the pig down-down chalice emitting never-ending 'oinks'. Here we see Robin searching for the kill switch!!

hash brown, potato mash, cheese, bacon, dessert, food, baking, cooking, pork, vegetables, dairy

Soon Fap Jack, Pink Cherry Licker and Wicked Retahted illuminated the room to the point the camera flash was not necessary!

Occasional Rapsit was punished for letting Nipple Butt run in front of a car and Tiny Whiny Bitch was chastised for short-cutting a section of trail

Deep Stroke maintains a respectable distance from the bottle of Boone's Farm Fuzzy Navel while Broke Bench calculates his odds of surviving an encounter with this noxious liquid. Even Porter appears hesitant to get any closer

Broke Bench is washed along Market Street under Highway 1 with the rest of the trash

This is the first known official picture of our newest kennel mate. Please welcome.... Vaginal Repair Kit!

Bum Wine Check, behind a business that was still open, shows the deviousness of our hare-pair.

Princess Di(arrhea), Fap Jack, Pink Cherry Licker and Finger Nips have reached that point of trail where they feel walking is completely acceptable.

Hugh Heifer stops to window shop at The Hat Company searching for a new chapeau no doubt.

Lazy hare TIMMY used this sign rather than bend over to place the usual Beer Near mark

Occasional Rapist feels the joy and excitement of 'ridin' the rails'!

Monthly Friend, having opted not to join us this evening, hugs goodbye to The Human Pube fearing she may never see him again.

Dual Tools Up My Ass prepares to see if he can get one MORE thing up there!

Just Heather assumes the position of obedience to receive her hash moniker.

here are the worst-of-the-worst that refuse to go home till Last Call is sounded! Goodnight from Trail 767. May the Hash go in Peace.

TIMMY holds the first picture found directly across the street from Point A. It was a picture of a nearby mini-mart so off we went to discover the picture stashed there.

Ho To Housewife was punished for being either to lazy or too weak to kick a check she solved.

We had a belated visit from The Human Pube who spent much time at the airport waiting for Just Laura's plane to leave the ground

A gentle breeze soon took the fog away to where even the twin stacks of Moss Landing became visible

Pixie,looking for a second mouth?

Second Cumming hobbles away from second Liquor Check. Hmmm, she must have spent too much time with that bottle of absinthe!!

Dung-Fu Grip counts the money hoping others have put in so much he need not pat his fair share!

A shared church occupies the very center of the streets we colloquially call The Circles. This is where the hare-pair chose to lay their eggs.

Princess Di(arrhea) retrieves the champagne from it's not-so-clever hiding spot.

I found no one who had ever heard of a Black Ball Flag before. Sounds vaguely racist to me!

Wicked Retahted was punished for rolling a joint just before leaving for the hash but them forgetting to bring it!! Sounds like something Deep Stroke might do as well

Even though Halloween was last week, the somber clouds and a dreary trail made this week far spookier than last week

Co-hare TIMMY! delivers a disjointed Instructions of Trail while co-hare Puff the Magic Drag Queen puts on the yoke of his flour bag.

For some reason, both unknown and invalid, Ho To Housewife felt the need to run a portion of this trail. Obviously, she has missed the point of this evening's trail!

We wish that fog bank would move a little bit closer to shore and knock a few degrees off the temperature. These bath robes are damned warm!

Cuff My Muff, Just Sarah and Pussy Galore really know how to rest after a long, tedious trail!

as he trotted down Beach Street, people on the trail headed for Roaring Camp, took pictures of us as if we were freaks or something!

Pixie begs Mrs. Groper to give up her foolish idea before she wets her pants

As our hares were chicks, all the checks tonight were in the shape of a heart. how cutsey!

The two most important items of hash business tonight was the postponed naming of Sara and Anne. Here we see the last known picture of Just Sara. As this was taken, she was morphing into...(drum roll, please)