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Three tables, soon to be four, were filled by reveling hashers happy to have dispensed with trail so the Halloween partying could begin
Yes, you're correct. Mortals have fled in terror leaving the pack in charge of the bar. Wise move on their part.
I think this was placed along trail by TIMMY to distract the pack thereby giving him more lead time.
This machine refused to work for anyone. Then we realized hashers ARE characters but we HAVE no character.
And the hares...Fifth Hole, Summer's Yeast and Stub Rub. This is the second consecutive year of it being wet on their Toys for Tots Trail. The gods of the Hash do not like them!
Genital Tongs and Deadliest Snatch make the choice to go turkey at the Turkey-Eagle split. The major advantage is this allowed them TWO beers at Beer Check while the stupid Eagles had but time for one.
The last players of the day finish up and wonder who the hell these people are running all over the course yelling, Are You? 'Are you WHAT, I'm certain they're wondering!!
Virgin Al, My Little Bony, Just Mars, Virgin Shay and Pearl Necklace were condemned as short-cutters.
Virgin Cat spit-up a really long and only marginally humorous joke. Must be something else Moose Turd Pie likes about her than her sense of humor!
Accuprick, back from more world travels, assumed the reins of power as the evening's Religious Adviser.
I see Bloody Wanker, Under Mother Fucker and TIMMY have already drained a liter of margarita here at stop #2, The Palomar.. This could spell trouble down the road!
There's Cuff My Muff in the foreground eating and drinking. After her 'dinner', she decided not to do trail and went home!
Anyone that cannot see the glow or smell the smoke from a fire should not be near water either in my opinion
Next Door was the name of our start but most hashers seem more intrigued with the 'Full Bar' part of the sign!
The shadows get longer as the sun sinks behind the UCSU campus. Also getting lower is the number of hashers remaining.
Cuff My Muff tries to justify her intention to hash trail wearing flip-flops to Thmp-Thmp. While she failed to convince him of it's wisdom, she did finish trail!!
Being past New Year's,this will probably be Puff's last offering of Christmas lights. All in all, it was a lousy year to feed Puff's fetish.
Here's Dung-Fu Grip attempting to engage two of our attractive harriettes, Pink Cherry Licker and Shiny Snail Trail, in verbal intercourse. As you can see, both are ignoring him.
Ghetto Man tells Accuprick he just caught the pack after a fifteen minute late start and to get his ass out there and solve this check, I'm tired!!
Twisted Fister was awarded a congratulatory down-down for his birthday. And, well, if ONE hare drinks, they ALL drink so Princess Di(arrhea) and ThmpThmp joined him at the altar.
Someone's over in the bushes burning one and blocking out the moonlight. Hey, don't bogart! Pass it around.
Brief thought was given to tossing this abandoned Christmas tree on our fire. Mercifully, intelligent thought prevailed and the tree was spared.
Here's Just Jeremiah preparing for his naming ceremony. He began spouting personal info that could only be described as confessional uninhibited postcoital pillow talk!!
Here's Occasional Rapist trying to keep dog Nipple Butt in sight. Don't worry, Rapist, he'll come back when he wants you to feed him!
Sunday Semen appears flabbergasted when co-hare Pussy Galore says, This is NOT Beer Check, just Jello Check. It's a l..o...o...o...ng way to Beer Check!!
The turkey-eagle split also featured some type of cryptic box-like check. I think it may have been concocted by the hares to confuse and delay the pursuing pack!
Princess Di(arrhea) who has wisely allowed others to trail blaze for her, is proud of the fact her footsies are still dry. Enjoy it while you can, Princess...
The Grog Shop has to be one the oldest liquor stores in Santa Cruz. Rumor Central confirms there was a Gorilla Beer Check held here!
Pearl Necklace was unable to avoid calling Shiny Snail Trail to the altar. This time though it was for something good: the decorations she made for the festivities today
Banana Basher was awarded a down-down for having completed 69% of all Surf City hashes. He was joined by dBASED who actually knew this trivial fact.
These two are Surf City's GMs, Princess Di(arrhea) and (current) husband Thmp-Thmp. Notice anything missing? Yes, they are not sporting togas. No...hash...spirit!
The gate in front of this sign is permanently locked. That must prove very confounding to tourists who wish to visit!!
Hugh Heifer decides she does not wish to walk along the river levee alone as the sun begins to vanish so she wisely waits on Banana Basher and Accuprick for protection.
Princess Di(arrhea), Banana Basher and TIMMY occupy a corner spot trying to stay 'outta the way and above the fray'.