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Just Janna,Fap Jack, Pink Cherry Licker, TIMMY and Occasional Rapist were made a laughing stock for having to back track into Beer Check.
The discussion as to where on-on-on should be took so long we ended up trashing Wicked Retahted's yard instead! Goodnight from Trail 795. May the Hash go in Peace.
Summer's Yeast's flame-colored locks lead the litter along a quiet street. Little do residents know what kind of people are passing by their homes.
Paki-Sack, never one to miss a free beer, was chastised for missing Beer Check. He admitted his short-cut turned out to be a Beer Check-missing long cut!!
Cuff My Muff, Accuprick and Princess Di(arrhea) get away from the parking lot before beginning their drinking. Even with UC out, the campus cops still patrol this parking lot
Wicked Retahted, short-cutting trail as usual, stumbled across the hares carrying their stuff down to the beach but refused to help them and continued on.
And the hares...Hugh Heifer and Pussy Galore. Hashing a Hugh-Pussy Galore trail is NOT a sport for the perfectionist!
Here are the last of the worst at on-on-on:TIMMY,Deep Stroke,Thmp-Thmp, Princess Di(arrhea) and Schlong Division. Goodnight from Trail 662. May the Hash go in Peace
Shiny Snail Trail tried to hijack the microphone and make dedications and request but the words came out all jumbled
What a scenic and sweet-smelling section of trail! But did the hare-pair take us through here? But of COURSE not! The next picture will show you how they deftly avoided what would have been memorable.
Co-hares Stub Rub and Summer's Yeast seem unconcerned by the pouring rain. That being said, THEY know where trail's going.
Baker's Dozen't who has just wandered onto the scene completely by accident, helps Dog Breath with the hideous concoction at Liquor Check on the Eagle trail.
Here we see two mortals, Aaron and Megan, who were recruited along trail, a decision they may soon regret!
While this store may have fewer lamps than Riverside Lighting, theirs are certainly more eclectic and colorful!!
Co-hares Dung-Fu Grip and Shallow Hole recoil as a hound asks a specific question about trail. Something, apparently, they were not of a mind to answer!
TIMMY, looking like a native banana slug, sticks to beer tonight. He's tired of paying for martini glasses he seems to break with alarming regularity.
Notorious FRB's Ho To Housewife and Shallow Hole lead the litter on-out. Hey, solve those damn checks for we mid-packers!!
FRB's to Beer Check had it pretty easy and their pick of ales. The DFL's were far behind fighting off the aforementioned ticks and keeping an eye for for the advertised mountain lions.
Schlong Division,Virgin Jenna,Dirty Latecummer and Virgin Joss return from a YBF and do not appear especially pleased with this turn of events either!!
The hares brought enough food to feed everyone twice over. So, well, everyone just ate twice as much as they should have.
Shiny Snail Trail was first to the sacrificial altar for crashing her car last night into not one but TWO trees and ending up by trashing someone's mailbox as well.
Shallow Hole pulls away from the check at a leisurely pace,saving herself, I assume, for the NYC Marathon this Sunday
Just Maureen was accused of living in a gated community on the hill above neighbor Summer's Yeast and Stub Rub.
Thmp-Thmp, dBASED and Shallow Hole hoof it through Neary Lagoon hoping not to meet up with the frequent resident mountain lion.
Here's a sign we damn well could have done without seeing! CSI was even cruel enough to lay a check here!
Meanwhile,REAL hashers like Occasional Rapist,Dog Breath and Banana Basher went straight back to the Jury Room. Goodnight from Trail 644. May the Hash go in Peace
Early-arrivers at on-on-on back at Hophead Public House grabbed good seats but soon discovered table service was sadly lacking.
Co-hare Twisted Fister zeroes the mileage meter on his pedometer. I truly hope he has not set a minimum distance for this trail!
This musical accompaniment was NOT provided by the hares. When we mentioned we were a drinking club, the banjo player held up a Mason jar containing a clear liquid and said, Glad to meet ya!
Luckily the streets had been blocked so thirty-plus hashers were able to circle-up without having to stay on the sidewalk.