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Go the dance route. Yes, she's dancing though it closely resembles an epileptic seizure. We see her gyrations have attracted dog Nipple Butt too!!
See how Paki-Sack gets after a few beers? Note the absence of his 'friend' Rebecca who showed up only for Religion. Need further explanation as to why she's dumped him already?!?
Co-hare Puff the Magic Drag Queen takes a break while Bacon Queef attempts to appease her ravenous appetite.
TIMMY takes the troops along the tracks towards the train trestle and encountered a well-placed check.
Phallus From Dallas and TIMMY are content to walk this section of trail. I see Bee Queefer has begun to shed layers of clothing as he heats up.
One of the first artifacts seen upon entering the area of first Beer Check was this altar. Many voiced the desire to fricassee our hare upon it had he been available!!
This is Vaginal Repair Kit's fix for a table rocking on an uneven floor. Do you want this clown working on YOUR home?!?
Past closing time? Not a problem. The employees tolerated us though I'm not sure if it was out of kindness, amusement or just plain fear! Goodnight from Trail 882. May the Hash go in Peace.
The pack stares intently at some strange markings at a check wondering, Are the hares jerking us around or are they simply drunk?!?
Here's the Slosh Ball trophy. It will be carried to San Jose tomorrow for the resumption of our annual Slosh Ball game which has been on hiatus for the past few years.
Hugh Heifer weaves her weary way through a huge stack of fallen trees hoping not to fall and break a leg.
Both participants expressed undying love for each other and even went so far as to say the other was almost as important as beer to them!!
Yes, you're correct. Almost everyone in the bar area of the West End Tap Room is an imbibing hasher!
Here's the beertendress at this week's starting point, The Castaways. Wonder why a few harriers were hesitant to on-out?!?
LAH3's GM, Just Robbed, stopped in for a visit and his way back to the Southland. He complimented us by saying he felt we're all half-minds!
Hashers wait as the maitre d' consults with the owner as to whether or not to seat them in the upscale dining area
Christina raises her glass to salute the pack as a name is settled upon to morph her from a mere mortal into one of the most desired creatures on the face of the earth: A harriette! Allow me to introduce....
The pack discussed whether to even bother leaving the Crepe Place restaurant or just stay here and drink. As is usually does with hashers, poor judgement won, we headed on-out on trail.
Hooker On Kronix,Bitch has resurfaced after an absence from among us. When queried, she said she'd prefer NOT to fill us in on the details of her being away.
A pleasant view of quaint Scotts Valley. The mountain in the background is Loma Prieta. Twelve miles below was the epicenter of the 6.9 1989 earthquake.
Beer Check was well-attended (as usual!) and a welcome sight after the mud-slicked hills and dark, puddle-filled alleys.
Remember being told Hugh Heifer was acting weird tonight? Well, while we ate and drank,she did THIS! Goodnight from Trail 766. May the Hash go in Peace.
TIMMY provided the fire pot and Dung-Fu Grip brought his fire stick. I think we'll see him waving his long thing around after Religion.
Apple Bobber, Thmp-Thmp and Hugh Heifer on-down the darkened street beside the Museum of Natural History happy after their visit with the mai tai jar at Liquor Check.
Shallow Hole and Dung-Fu Grip were chided for setting off the burglar alarm at Beer Check and Courtesy Flush's abode. Courtesy Flush wonders if the manager is going to kick him out.
Let's have Beer Check and Religion on the beach so the incoming rain has a clear shot at us! Smart move.
On-on-on was back at Tampico. Not much eating going on but there was plenty of drinkin' to make up for it! Good-night from Trail 852. May the Hash go in Peace.