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Now here's a REAL harriette! Here we see Cumcerto hogging the Southern Comfort at Liquor Check.Maybe this is the Janis Joplin Memorial Hash!
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
Marijuana Strain Blue Hash
Blue Hash cannabis seeds by Dinafem Seeds belong to a feminized Indica-dominant cannabis strain obtained by crossing a California Hash Plant with a Blueberry. The result is a balanced hybrid that allows growers living in cold mountain areas to obtain quality...
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
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.
Traditional flour with an oatmeal additive withstood the evening's rain quite well. Too bad trail didn't measure up.
This electric train set went beside the house and continued into the back yard and is obviously a labor of love by someone as immature as ourselves!
Here we see two mortals, Aaron and Megan, who were recruited along trail, a decision they may soon regret!
Here's a blast form the past: A check with the notation 'Puff's a Tosser!'. I was unable to catch the perpetrator of this injustice!
While this store may have fewer lamps than Riverside Lighting, theirs are certainly more eclectic and colorful!!
Last month, much of this building would have been obscured by the throng of tourists with cotton candy in hand and sand in their hair.
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
Circleup was a loose affair. We waited on Banana Basher intending to award him the hashit but the low-life rat sneaked out the back door and headed straight to Beer Check
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
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.
Here is Wicked Retahted. He (mistakenly) thought he was going to receive a commendation for his service to the hash this year. However....