And the hare...Dung-Fu Grip. It was universally believed this trail was even worse than the one he laid a few weeks back. His services will not be need again for a l..o..o..o..ng time I dare say

Either this church has an extended Easter holiday season or the local chapter of the Klu Klux Klan has paid them a visit!

During On-on-on,a diner in the restaurant portion suffered a mental breakdown upon hearing hashers were allowed to enter

hashed browned potatoes with jalapeno and fried eggs photo supports a post made to Things Wot I Made Then Ate

Religion convened in the parking lot of the Live Oak library, ANOTHER place patrolled frequently. I hope the RA is smart enough to make this a quickie.

Hashers head back to their cars or into the restaurant to eat, completely disgusted with this trail. Goodnight from Trail 670. May the Hash go in Peace

In the distance, the wharf was ablaze. The margaritas must be flowing freely at Olitas!

I'd like to have this sign in my garage but it seems somewhat unnecessary to have it hanging over a twenty-plus long row of beer tap handles!

Somehow, co-hares Princess Di(arrhea), Summer's Yeast and Stub Rub were snared by dBASED.

We had two Michiganders in attendance this evening: Just Kevin as a visitor and our own Dung-Fu Grip.

Here we see Just Kevin trying to tell his mother what's he doing tonight without being too honest!

Occasional Rapist and Jizziki forgo the more traditional hasher accoutrement of a pint glass for that of a martini container.

Just Mike, at only his second hash, arrived after on-out and had to play catchup

Hilary and Mary Kate listen as Twisted Fister details what they can expect to have happen if they ever attend another Surf City hash

Just Janna,Fap Jack, Pink Cherry Licker, TIMMY and Occasional Rapist were made a laughing stock for having to back track into Beer Check.

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 flock filled the yard of Wicked Retahted and circled-up for Religion.

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.

Jack O'Neill says, I can't surf a zeppelin!

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.

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

Soon the place filled with hashers ending all prospects for a quiet after-hash dinner.

And the hares...Hugh Heifer and Pussy Galore. Hashing a Hugh-Pussy Galore trail is NOT a sport for the perfectionist!

Our hare-pair wisely covered this sign UNTIL we had crossed said bridge

Shady Curtains came all the way from Monterey's CANd H3 to gnaw on dead animal bones with us.

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

This is the first official picture of our newest kennel mate. Allow me to introduce Fifth Hole.

Co-hares Stub Rub and Summer's Yeast seem unconcerned by the pouring rain. That being said, THEY know where trail's going.

Barstool Bush and Twinkle Tush,nearby residents, make sure to distance themselves from the mob.

Traditional flour with an oatmeal additive withstood the evening's rain quite well. Too bad trail didn't measure up.

Dog Breath and Furburger chuckle after Evan says, I REALLY needed a beer after a trail like THAT!!!

Who said Banana Basher never takes a shower?!?

Thmp-Thmp was congratulated on the (mostly) successful completion of 50 hashes with Surf City

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.

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

Nope, this one is NOT owned by Jimmy Buffet!

The Pedofiddler's poor vision tonight did NOT diminish her drinking ability any!

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.

We're in a pretty ritzy neighborhood here so Thmp-Thmp keeps an eye out for coppers.

Must be hasher ducks. They can't tell a sewer overflow ditch from Neary Lagoon

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