Daddy TIMMY and daughter Pink Cherry Licker reluctantly exit Privates.

Back at Pono for on-on-on, it was a feeding-frenzy for a famished flock.

This appears to be the typical Beer Check socializing...with the obvious exception of Dung-Fu Grip! More from this half-mind later.

Apple Bobber, poor devil, remained at the altar for a third consecutive down-down. It seems that along trail he took off following a REAL runner thinking they were a hasher!

Circelup for Introductions: dBASED, Steamy Baanorrhea, Jizziki, TIMMY, Dung-Fu Grip, Wicked Retahted.

Shallow Hole was punished for helping the DFL's shortcut to Beer Check.

Virgins Kevin and Sasha at the altar for welcoming down-downs. Here we see Sasha taking the joke option of Joke, Song or Body Part.

Point A this week is Santa Cruz Mountain Brewery. It's survived a decade and is doing better than ever.

Just Heather's rather bizarre pants will garner her attention from the RA during Religion.

Here's Hugh Heifer and The Human Pube drunkenly running across California Highway 1 like the half-minds they truly are.

Religious Adviser Accuprick called the hare-pair of Slonad and Schlong Division to task for laying such a long trail on such a cold night

Our two non-running harriers, Hairy Fuck 2.5 and Cum Lord, were the first to be punished by the RA

Tiny Whiny Bitch has finally retrieved our On-on Foot altar for Religion

Hash caberet

Nash Hash 2009 Sunday Evening, Perth Race Course, Perth.

Last Call Norm and Pearl Necklace are chided for arriving too late to hash the trail

Is it really necessary to tell people there's a really big hole in the ground just in front of them?!? I mean really now! Evan a half-minded hasher could see that.

This is Just Kassie. She is such a sad specimen she drives up from Monterey to join us on a weekly basis.

Mount Herman Road is busy enough that even the stupidest among us wisely waited for the pedestrian signal to light up. Note the classy shamrock check in the foreground. These hares had too much lead time!

A brightly-attired Cumcerto looks as if she watching for cops! It's too early for that, Cumcerto!

Here we see Dung-Fu Grip scouting trail and clearing trail for you undeserving bastards.

The Human Pube(rubbing his own in this picture), TIMMY, Princess Di(arrhea) and Deep Stroke have reached the I'm-ready-to-walk stage.

Everyone wanted to RA to know they did NOT wear new shoes. Hey, who wore the strap-on?!?

This is for those of you that have never seen Dog Breath in anything other than those ugly shorts and ratty tee shirt he always wears to the hash! See harriettes, he CAN be made into something decent-looking!

While Pink Cherry Licker downs her down-down, note Beer Fairy Second Cummng swilling away as well!!

Here is Shallow Hole greeting the rep from WomenCare. As always, Red Dress is a benefit for them. See, Surf City isn't ALL bad!!

Uh-oh. Hogazm has the camera again, welcome to the most recent meeting of the Hogazm Admiration Society. Here she shares the bill with Ska Skank Redemption

The last time we converged on Bangkok West restaurant, was a stumble in the Picture Hash. We were given a picture out of order and found no hares here when we arrived.

On-on-on was back at Louie's Cajun Kitchen and Bourbon Bar where the waitstaff again wisely crammed the clan in a corner. Goodnight from Trail 685. May the Hash go in Peace.

Last Call Norm and Pearl Necklace's driveway has been turned into a party palace for our purposes today.

The fist thing Shady Curtains did as Beer Fairy was to drink a beer. This does not bode well for his tenure! Next? View on.

Beer Check was on the beach at the end of 26th Avenue and featured pizzas delivered by Little Caesar's!

Nearing the ten o'clock hour and the dynamic duo is STILL belting out the tunes. They must have quite a repertoire!! Maybe they could use Waxi-pad on ukulele?

While I am not a mariner, I doubt a boat without a transom is seaworthy!!

dBASED finds flour carelessly tossed onto a thousand year accumulation of Douglas Fir and Redwood needles.

Just Dan and Canine Snow Ball were welcomed as visitors and apologized to for lousy trail.

Looks as if Just Schuyler has actually been running on this trail. We gotta break this boy of that bad habit before it's too late!

Occasional Rapist and The Arabian Goggler cross DeLaveaga Golf Course hoping not to get boinked by a flying white ball. They got lucky, THIS time anyway.

Diddler on the Roofie. Diddler shortcut so much of trail he may have actually done less than five miles!!!

This is where the night ended for Deep Stroke, Slonad, Princess, Thmp-Thmp and Hugh. Goodnight form Trail 684. May the Hash go in Peace.

Major debauchery is beginning. Time for Hash Flash to put the camera away. Goodnight from Trail 564. May the Hash go in Peace.

Not only was Dung-Fu Grip Religious Adviser tonight but he celebrated his 150th hash with us as well. Sad he has nothing better to do isn't it?

Shallow Hole pauses to allow band mate Waxi-Pad to divest himself of some of the excess drugs he's ingested tonight.

Finally, after many miles, the mob stumbled into Beer Check. Hopefully, this signals the end of a long and tortuous trail.

A ton of tints turn the sky a palette of colors as the pack enters the park overlooking Seabright Beach on one side and the San Lorenzo River, now a lagoon, on the other. On the Point Loma peninsula, we found a Mason jar of Mai Tai!

Here's the high water mark, so to speak , of this trail. Broke Bench Mountain is going to demonstrate a tug job. I mean on the rope, what did ya think I was talking about?!?

Next on the agenda was circleup for Just Heather's naming. This would prove to be our second successful naming of the evening.

Bloody Wanker, still thinking he can keep his rear paws dry, gingerly crosses Fall Creek on some slippery stones.

Finally! Second Beer Check and was a welcome sight it was too! Is this damn trail FINALLY over?!?

This is FAR closer to Hugh's lower extremities than I ever wish to be again