Your Hash Flash chose the third from the left figuring if I fell I'd have the best chance of falling on another log rather than into the damn stream!

Hashing. Run 498, The Ship Inn to Blaxhall Youth Hostel, Blaxhall, Suffolk.

Oxford Hash House Harriers away weekend, Blaxhall, Suffolk, 2008.

CSI ridicules Pearl Necklace for letting the hash into his home again. A stone-faced Pearl apparently agrees

If the sun had been at the proper angle, Diddler On The Roofie,Twisted Fister and Princess Di(arrhea) would have blinded the camera!

In the opinion of many Santa Cruzans,this is exactly what Whole Food does to mom-and-pop grocery stores:'MAR' them!

Pink Cherry Licker and Shallow Hole were objects of beauty in their white ensembles

Another of his notorious lame down-down nominations netted Dog Breath a keep-your-mouth-shut down-downs.

This hare reminded the pack of the other hares we were now dealing with: Laughing their way through life oblivious to the path of destruction left in their wake

Nipple Butt made an appearance and we had a rare guest appearance from...

The first block of trail was so unbelievably inept it gave the pack a huge amount of time for socializing. Note Hugh Heifer leaning against the sign. Cow-tipping, anyone?

Project Cumway and Pedofiddler have enough wits remaining to temper their imbibing and keep a glass of water close at hand as well.

The Human Pube was selected as the evening's Beer Fairy.

Occasional Rapist and New Kids On My Cock exit the Red Room looking for the location of circleup. Try following the OTHER half-minds!

Yes, you're right. It's getting dark and these losers are STILL swilling away!

Achy-Breaky Snatch was awarded a patch for completing her 25th hash with us. And gee, it only took 8 years!

Dude! I saw this tree in the woods and it was like, really gnarly, man!!

Who in their right mind would actually name a street Suburbia?!? Well, keeping Santa Cruz weird I guess

Tiny Whint Bitch, in his last hash before moving to Washington, is presented with a foot patch for the completion of his 100th hash with Surf City. So long TW!

Surf City H3 Co-GM's Pink Cherry Licker and Fap Jack send a message to lazy kennel mates who did not show snout tonight.

Look at all these visitors!! We had a total of NINE!

Here are tonight's Worst of the Worst: Hugh Heifer, Princess Di(arrhea) and TIMMY!!! Goodnight from Trail 719. May the Hash go in Peace.

TIMMY!! tells Butt Balls and Accuprick, This gettin' old thing is gettin' old! How profound.

Here's the answer to the previous question. Here we are at The Red Room. Hash flash is done-in! Goodnight from Wharf to Barf Pub Crawl. May the Hash go in Peace.

This check had hounds hunting every which-a-way for trail. Another ploy used by these horrible hares.

Dung-Fu Grip displays his half-mindedness for one and all to see on the 'balance beam' and Virgin Thomas shys away from the bottle of hideous orange liquid just visible on-right.

Courtesy Flush attempts to tie Dung-Fu Grip's cravat. However, due to his current level of intoxication... Dung-Fu is lucky he didn't get choked to death!

Steamy Baanorrhea was punished for yelling, I'm first' upon his arrival at Beer Check and Dung-Fu Grip and Ho To Housewife for going too far in the creek.

Hugh Heifer to Wicked Retahted: Pinch my butt one more time and you're going to meet The Fist of Death!

A brightly-attired Slonad hoofs it through the arcade and is probably considering a Gorilla Beer Check at the Palomar Restaurant.

Wicked Retahted perches on a beer stool with his omnipresent Coors Light in a glass with ice! Geez, what's wrong with this man?!?

TIMMY has reached the point in the Chalk Talk that's he's not certain he's listed all the trail markings we may see tonight. I begin to fear maybe HE is the drunk one now!

This is Dog Breath's tactile reason to smile; he's putting the moves on Hogazm!!

The Pacific Ocean meets the coast of California. Mercifully, trail did not take drunken hashers near the ocean

No longer needing to be pulled along trail, Ho To Housewife gave Toilet Baby back to owner Twisted Fister. Cumcerto believes Toilet Baby will be good protection so she accompanies them for on-in.

Interesting location for a massage parlor! In this case, 'VIP' may stand for Very Important Prisoner

The waves would coming hitting the zone in double-overhead sets as the pack crossed Sunny Cove

And the hare...dBASED. This hasher served up Surf City's hottest hash,96 degrees, and now may hold the record of hilliest hash too. Both in Scotts Valley as well!

How did fresh from surgery and resident gimp Finger Nips beat me to Beer Check?!?

An impromptu Gorilla Beer Check was convened at the home of a friend of Ho To Housewife. Good stuff!

Cumsession's wearing of OP's would get her tail parked on the ice with Puff later

Dung-Fu Grip's second visit to the altar was for being chased off private property...for the second consecutive hash!! That's how he managed to catch the pack after such a late start I bet

Finger Nips barged into Virgin Kelsi's moment in the sun and was sentenced to join her in a down-down as well.

The Renaissance Faire folk have moved on from simple fencing to full body armor by now!

After polling the pack, the general consensus was this picture most closely approximated everyone's opinion of the trail!!

The only parking spot at the Felton library was marked off by this sign in front of it. Just how many deliveries can the Felton library POSSIBLY get in one day?!?

Next to the altar was the back sliders: Just Evan, Moose Turd Pie, Diddler On The Roofie and Just Nate.