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Nipple Butt checks out the offering we found at Liquor Check. After a few sniffs he turned his muzzle up at it. Guess he didn't want to get 'sick as a dog!'
After completing the museum tour, Ho To Housewife, Fap Jack, Pink Cherry Licker, Dung-Fu Grip and Shallow Hole retired to a dark corner to drink and contemplate what they'd just seen.
I'll try to erase this before we leave! We over-sixties laid the groundwork for these kids and do we get any respect? Young people show no respect for seniors these days!
Co-hares Cuff My Muff and her partner-in-slime Banana Basher attempt to remain inconspicuous. However, due to the crappy trail they laid, they were punished appropriately later.
Eyeful Hands, Can'd H3 Monterey, arrived just in time to drink our beer! He's bumming a ride to the Betty Ford Rehab Hash in Palm springs tomorrow.
This was the horrifying sight that greeted us just minutes after outing. A creche belonging to a neighbor of dBASED's was sadly lacking it's centerpiece. And NO, we did not have anything to do with this atrocity.
This gentleman has occupied this spot almost every night since Pacific Avenue was reopened after the 1989 earthquake. And sadly, since then his musical repertoire has neither changed NOR improved!
The view looking down in Bean Creek Canyon is impressive but I can't help but believe there's an easier way to get here!
Fucked-Over Fest awaits Hugh Heifer's answer to his proposal that she continue her 'efforts' in a more private environment!
This is how Banana Basher envisions himself in his dreams...and ONLY in a dream would it ever be true
Cuff My Muff asks Hugh Heifer if she really going to hash this trail. All the while I see Scribe Princess Di(arrhea) taking notes
Jizziki thinks, Maybe I bought too many glo-sticks. I guess I can make a hula hoop out of them though!
As the hare's final insult,this barbed wire fence had been knocked over and made a better trip wire than fence!
Eyelids at half-mast, I'm glad Princess Di(arrhea) does not have a drink in front of her! Goodnight from Trail 775, Toys for Tots. May the Hash go in Peace.
Second alcohol stop was on the corner of Mission Street and Western Drive. FRB and now the pick-up hare, Dung-Fu Grip, looks at the map and plans his route for the next leg of trail.
Note how Dog Breath(on-right) has deftly situated himself at a table full of hot harriettes. This man is NOT as stupid as he appears to be!
Harriettes Row:Hugh Heifer, Just Linda and Occasional Rapist commiserate over trail while Nipple Butt searches for some water
Beer Check in a field as far from the nearest home as the hare could find. Sadly, this is also where Hash Flash experienced battery failure. Goodnight from Trail 792. May the Hash go in Peace.
dBASED was allowed to remain at the altar...as the evening's hare. And to think, I didn't even know Satan had a son until I met dBASED!! Goodnight from Trail 715. May the Hash go in Peace.
Yes, more old kennel mates. Here are My Fucking Precious and Three Times A Lady over from Hawaii on personal business. Goodnight from Trail 676. May the Hash go in Peace
Everyone makes the most of the treats provided by Occasional Rapist and dBASED. Goodnight from Trail 833. May the Hash go in Peace. Merry Christmas from everyone in Surf City H3 to hashers everywhere.
Casting caution to the wind, the final Beer Check was in the street back at the start. Everyone was too tired to care by now.
Children on hash walk.
Photo by Lisa Rogoff, 2009 AP Fellow. Location: Kigali, Rwanda. Partner: Survivor Corps Rwanda.
This is Surf City's answer to Typhoid Mary, dBASED. dBASED is carrying the pneumonia virus and waiting for his chance to spread it via the down-down chalices during Religion
Taking a corner table in hopes of staying above the fray were Broke Bench Mountain and Cumz Out My Nose. This ploy proved largely unsuccessful.
Your Hash Flash, in desperate need of a breather, stood here for almost fifteen minutes waiting to see a deer jump the road and never saw one! False advertising I say!
Just Kassis assumes the proper position and watches as Co-RA Dung-Fu Grip pours what she recognizes will be her first down-down as an full-fledged harriette.
Now you know what an audience looks like to their performers! There's some scary-looking people in the audience tonight!
Waxi-pad was punished for staying at the brewery and not setting so much as one rear paw on trail. Look up the word 'lazy' in the dictionary and all you'll see is Waxi-pad's picture!
TIMMY has decided the safest way of getting down the last, steepest part of the hill is to slide on his butt!!
The affect of all the drugs beings taking it's toll as Hugh Heifer threatens to fall asleep standing up, something only a true 'heifer' could do!
Liquor check featured Fireball Cinnamon Whisky. Here we see Fap Jack, who has obviously sucked down too much, Dung-Fu Grip proving his half-mindedness while Thmp-Thmp waits to make a fool of himself as well.
Cumz Out My Nose was punished for bringing a glass of beer from the brewery; International House of Pussy and Cold Smegma Kamikaze joined her because they could not come up with a song for her.