Beer Check was held at the former location of public bathrooms but the location was deemed too dangerous. So now, people just come here to drink on the edge of the cliff instead!

One lone mortal,sitting on-right, ventured in. He kept his sunglasses on hoping he could pretend we weren't really there.

I bet the employees are told to take anything not nailed down in the building for the night. The chick on the left has a nice set of breasts!

CSI and TIMMY!,early in the beach section,step out smartly. Their fervor would soon wain though

The outdoor area at Woodstock Pizza was appropriated by the pack for evil purposes.

The first check, a mere block from on-out, provided the laziest among us time for a break.

The moon's not overhead yet, we're doing fine on time assuming the DFL's are not completely friggin' lost-on-trail!

And the hares...Too Drunk To Fuck and Pussy Galore. They were universally condemned and sentenced to down-downs

The traditional slide show began with a tribute to our deceased kennel mate and former GM Last Call Norm. Farewell, Normie.

The bride and groom proceed to the porch, doubling as an altar, for the ceremony to be performed by the Religious Adviser, now doubling as a pastor.

Accuprick listens as Virgin Phillip asks, You guys really do this every Thursday?!?

Co-hares Pink Cherry Licker and Fap Jack are joined by co-hare Dung-Fu Grip's housemates Antonia and Kevin who (foolishly) agreed to host Beer Check.

Diddler On The Roofie and Bacon Queef were punished for their back-sliding ways.

Aaron and Megan look at each beginning to doubt the wisdom in accepting My Little Bony's invitation to join us for Religion

The lazy bastards that took the shuttle back downtown were beat by the walkers!

First hash or not, no instruction was necessary for virgins Justin and Mandy to know what to do with a down-down!

Unsuccessful in explaining his absence, Twinkle Tush returns to one thing he IS successful at:Drinking!!

Here are the last dregs of hash society that remained after Religion. Note Wicked Retahted cruising the bar sniffing for any leftover beer! Goodnight from Trail 858. May the Hash go in Peace.

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Virgin Jess downs what we hope is the first of many down-downs in her hashing career.

Dog Breath was selected as the evening's Beer Fairy and he managed to find a way to drink as much as he poured!

Hugh Heifer and Under Mother Fucker attempt to negotiate another log bridge over Branciforte Creek. How many of these damn things are there?!?

No, your eyes do not deceive you, the beertendess has abandoned her post. She said she needed a shot after dealing with us for so long!

The election results do not illicit an overwhelming reaction for the assembled throng

Religion convened with analversaries. Here we see dBASED celebrating his 600th(!) hash with Surf City and Dog Breath cheering for his 125th.

Shallow Hole and Twisted Fister take a break from swilling to let everyone know they're not completely looped before on-out

These hungry hounds get in the soup line before paying a visit to the bar. I fear their priorities have gone askew! Goodnight from Trail 825. May the Hash go in Peace.

Hares out, hounds were able to return to important things like drinkin' and chattin'.

After his failure tying Dung-Fu Grip's tie, Courtesy Flush tries his hand at his own tie. Sadly, his level of 'success' remained unchanged!

The hare deemed this a pirate-themed trail. This corner of the bar was appropriated by a gang of scurvy hounds.

Circleup for coming up with a name for Tom was a loud, unruly social happening!

Princess Di(arrhea) waited a long time but the hostess refused to seat any of the pack.

Harriette Haven; a tree to lean against. Here are our two flame-haired foxes in attendance today: San Francisco H3's Ska-Skank Redemption and Surf City H3's Hugh Heifer.

This is Just Marisol. She's smiling now but her impending naming ceremony will wipe that silly grin of her face I bet!

Broke Bench Mountain and Pink Cherry Licker were complimented on their 'Walter' impersonation.

Vince Lamblowme and dBASED tell tonight's hare,TIMMY, what B.S. Whistle told dBASED he's heard about Surf City trails

After the keg was dead, the pack began to migrate back to the bar.

Well, it appears Taint Brush was quite successful with his explanation of hashing this time around!

Santa-Courtesy Flush looks as if he experiencing some lower intestinal tract discomfort!

Virgin Jess opts to serenade the pack for Joke, Song or Body Part while Just Sasha and Dung-Fu Grip provide air-powered accompaniment.

Nothing wrong with your monitor, the wind shifted and the exhaust from Hugh Heifer's joint clouded this picture!

Here we see Virgin Kelsi contemplating her Joke, Song or Body Part options. Kelsi bared her derriere in our faces!

Here's the 'offering' at second Liquor Check:Apple Schnapps. This too was confirmed by Rumor Central to be a leftover from last week's missed Liquor Checks. Crap trail apparently!!

TIMMY was condemned for telling daughter Pink Cherry Licker that if she'd ran faster, she could have beaten Dog Breath to Beer Check. Just Anne was condemned for wearing a shirt advocating racist activities

And the hare, Ralph Crammed-In, whom,as you may be able to tell,has just finished flashing the pack. THAT picture was deleted by Hash Flash IMMEDIATELY!!!

With no usual Religious Advisers in attendance, that dreaded task fell to co-GM Pink Cherry Licker.

Wicked Retahted was congratulated for actually completing the entirety of trail tonight and furthermore without vehicular assistance!

Shallow Hole, looking like much more of an angel than she really is, heads on-down from the railroad tracks into the upper harbor area.