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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!!
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!
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!
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.
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.
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
TIMMY was rewarded for NOT breaking a martini glass at the Crepe Place tonight. That being said, he brought his own glass... a METAL one!
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.
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....
No surprise here but Channel 8 set up to record the festivities and wisely parked out the danger zone off Pacific Avenue.
In an effort to curtail the excessive use of his vocal cords, Dog Breath was chosen as the evening's Beer Fairy.
Many of the pack got caught by the slow-changing traffic light at Murray and Seabright. This is NOT one of those intersections where you might try jaywalking either!
The gang circles-up to confer on what rude moniker to hang around Just Kassie's neck for her hash handle.
dBASED was awarded a down-down for creating a new hash maxim: One check can take you from FRB to DFL!
Here we see both Virgins in a pensive mood as both attempt to remember a joke while under extreme pressure.
I didn't end up eating the tomatoes, so why did I get them? Because otherwise, the hash would have come with a side of potatoes, and that's just stupid. Aren't there already potatoes inside the hash? That's always been my experience, anyway. So hash with a side of home fries just sounded like too much potato. Anyway, it also came with eggs and an English muffin that really tasted like it was made HERE, and didn't come from a bag. This was eye-opening, as if this is the way English muffins are SUPPOSED to taste, and the Thomas's people have been lying to us all for a very long time.
Virgin Jess is called to the altar by Religious Adviser Dung-Fu Grip. Joke, Song or Body Part options are presented.
Hare TIMMY was accused of laying a Phantom Trail by Accuprick in an effort to throw the pack off true trail. TIMMY's retort? I don't remember doing such!
Slonad, another of tonight's banana slugs, attempts to interrogate the hares pertaining to trail. Overall, he was unsuccessful in this endeavor.
Looks as if Twisted Fister has had more than he should, it appears he's putting the moves on Hugh Heifer.
Gold Glove Dung-Fu Grip checks on the status of his next 'shipment from abroad' shall we euphemistically call it!