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Outfit competition for Dressed to the (sixty) Nines was won by Courtesy Flush though Cum You Will Not and CumFart Zone were close seconds. Goodnight from Trail 961. May the Hash go in Peace.
Here we see Plastic Pussy's explanation as to why he's been away from the kennel for so long. A man of few words Plastic Pussy is. He does, however, have an exquisite clit!
Here's the walker contingency: Just Foot Pussy, Grassy Ass, Bacon Queef and Something Blew. Geez, we're only 2 blocks out!
Twat Did You Say?, Hugh Heifer and Canadian Penny Slut were chastised for skipping Beer Check and going straight to Religion
Flipper and Banana Slut appear to consider this trail merely an afternoon stroll. They obviously have a very high threshold of pain!
Co-GM Princess Di(arrhea) delivers the Chalk Talk to Virgin John as his sponsor Just Foot Pussy chuckles knowing John will remember nothing by the end of mile one.
The evening's first boob and package check/bead exchange was staged in an alley. Bet it made the neighbors nervous!!
Cuff My Muff leads Occasional Rapist and Hairy Fuck 2.5 on-up a small hill. TIMMY lags a bit, his advanced years beginning to show somewhat
Here we see the direct result of too much gin before attempting trail. This is TIMMY exiting Aptos Creek after going for an unplanned, impromptu swim. Too bad. So sad.
Mid-packers Steamy Baanorrhea, Deadliest Snatch, Rat Pussy, Slonad and Thmp-Thmp await the on-on at a check. Lazy bastards!
Today, beginning Rat Pussy's 27th revolution around the sun, merited him a cup cake with candle celebration.
dBASED was accused of attempting to assassinate Twat Did You Say? by snaring her with Nipple Butt's leash
After the Boardwalk, our next local treasure to defame was the 'To Honor Surfing' statue. It also served as second Beer Check. I would like to point out the statue is wearing OP cords!
In case you missed Bacon Queef's on-on tat earlier, here's a final viewing before Just Foot Pussy carries her home.
dBASED accused Just Randy of peeing his pants. It was deemed much to far above the waist for that and was blamed on the rain. Both ended up doing a down-down.
And the hares...Shameless Butt Plug and Electric Labia Land. Thanked for the entertainment but I heard NO ONE praise the trail that took us there.
Instead of 'stockings hung by the chimney with care',we have jack o lanterns on the mantel. BTW, the picture is of our current location, Hotel Santa Cruz, in the 1920's. That's Thmp-Thmp and Princess Di(arrhea) just getting out of their car in front of the Red Room on a Friday.
As the company refused to acknowledge our presence, Pussy Wood decided to take matters into her own paws.
Hugh(STILL sitting in Puff's chair) demonstrates the origin of the hash song 'Bestiality's best,boys'!! Goodnight from Trail 635. May the Hash go in Peace
Cum Pumper,still pumping out blood,leans on Wicked
Retahted for support, Shallow Hole continues swilling and Fucked-Over Fest receives 'servicing' from Hugh Heifer.
There were dozens of eggs haphazardly scattered through the grounds of the church. They were filled with assorted goodies, a number of which contain alcohol. A number of happy hounds found these and made short work of them.
Occasional Rapist, Cuff My Muff and Hairy Fuck 2.5 have discovered a land bridge over the yucky stagnant water, those lucky dogs!
Eventually Beer Check was discovered...back at the graveyard! Hairy Fuck 2.5 and Cuff My Muff were so happy to see it, they began drinking with both front paws!!
As you can see in the background, the emcee has actually left his seat because Pussy Wood's screeching irritates him so intensely!
Dung-Fu Grip, Durn-Fool Clit as some of his kennel mates call him behind his back, announces the start for next week's hash will be The Asti on lower Pacific, Santa Cruz's 'premier' dive bar!!
It appears that Summer's Yeast is very soon going to spill her drink on Rat Pussy's back. She must have money riding on the OTHER player!
Co-hares Hugh Heifer and Pussy Galore deliver Instructions of Trail as they escape up the steps merely as an afterthought having given no real consideration to what they're going to divulge about trail.
Great Barrier Queef relates her sordid tale of being attacked by a small cock while house-sitting for Pussy Galore and Cum Lord. She showed us a spot where she'd been pecked hard
Thmp-Thmp, Rat Pussy and Deadliest Snatch tool along Grant Street hoping this lousy trail will end soon.
The boob and package check was honored only by Tits and Game. Sorry, harriers, Puff will be retaining THAT picture for personal use!
And the hares... Hugh Heifer and Pussy Galore. They were thanked for the scenery but condemned for shitty trail...LITERALLY a shitty trail!
Here's our Beer Mistress Hugh Heifer. Hugh opted to stay the The Jury Room rather than go on trail and is now paying the price; she can no longer stand and is profoundly intoxicated!
Spotted Dick, Cum You Will Not, Accuprick, Hugh Heifer and Carlos Danger amble on-down the road leading from the Pogonip clubhouse.
Cum Rash, having been banned from attending hashes by her parole officer, covers her face as Hash Flash records her attendance
This is our usual start for Sunday Wharf to Barf, the exquisite Victorian belonging to Pearl Necklace. Beautiful? Obviously. But don't ask him how much work the restoration is unless you wish to see a grown man cry!