Here's our other co-hare, Pink Cherry Licker, relating Instructions of Trail, more than a few of which were contradictory. Today Is Monday's expression spoke for many of us!

Here's is tonight's loser-hare and (current) GM, TIMMY. Trail was deemed too long and most likely due to the fact TIMMY got lost...yet again

For successfully fulfilling the toughest and most important hash job, Beer Meister, Hugh Heifer was awarded her own down-down.

Those of you that attended Wharf to Barf in 2012 will remember Saturday's guest of dishonor, Psycho-Baby. After his guest appearance, Psycho-Baby returned back home here to The Jury Room and has not been allowed to leave since..

Beer Check was behind Bangkok West restaurant which made for a number of nervous employees!!

Next door to the start at Whale City Bakery Bar and Grill was Jim Lewin and Edge of the West. Jim has spent time with Leftover Salmon, Lacy J. Dalton and Peter Rowan. Most Excellent!

The Old West is the theme around here. Thankfully, the Winchester rifles have been moved to a more secure location. Note the sign in the lower left-hand corner: If you drink or use, do not drive! Use? Use what, I wonder!

A block away from the bar, we left our toy haul at Redz, the hair care salon owner by Summer's Yeast.

As is our preference, the mob coagulates in one corner. At Brady's that's mainly for safety's sake!

Virgin Jeremiah's soliloquy culminated with the dropping of his pants! Sorry, harriettes, Puff ain't taking pictures of THAT kinda stuff!!!

Shawn flashed his breast but such was rejected and he,too,came up with a lame joke

We're nor firmly ensconced on the second floor of 99 Bottles of Beer on the Wall. Luckily for us, owner Mia has already fled the scene. After seeing us in togas last night, she may not wish to have the kind of publicity the hash brings!

The first official down-down of Daddy's White Sauce. Goodnight from St. Patrick's Day Hash 568. May the Hash go in Peace

Co-hare Twisted Fister listens as co-GM Thmp-Thmp says, Time for hares-out, piss-off you wankers!!

How many hashers does it take to load a half-empty keg?!?

Steamy Baanorhea,Stub Rub and Six of Nine band together for safety's sake on a dark stretch of trail.

TIMMY consults his GPS for possible routes the hare-pair may have taken from this check.

If we didn't know she'd like it so much, we'd change Hugh Heifer's name to Dirty Hippie!

We're about to enter DeLaveaga Disc Golf Course. Eagles must find basket 23 to pick up trail again, Turkeys basket 1. It appears Under Mother Fucker does not see any humor in this ploy!!

Oh, yes! The Society for Creative Anachronisms is practicing their sword-wielding skills on the top floor of the River Street parking structure as they do every Thursday.

Pussy Galore, Goldicocks, Just Kyrie and Goat Blower huddle together hoping the old adage,'There's safety in numbers' is true in this situation

Cuff My Muff was punished for letting Nipple Butt leave a 'present' on trail for those that come behind us

Here are our four non-runners for the evening: Canadian Penny Slut and Leg Over who lost trail somewhere, Rod Lover and Cuff My Muff who showed up only for Religion

Virgin Julie listens as RA Accuprick outlines her options for Joke, Song or Body Part. Sorry, harriers, Julie dropped a joke on us.

The entrance to Beer Check was password protected. Geez, aren't we carrying this techie thing a little too far around here?

Here's TIMMY christening his 50th haring reward, an UNBREAKABLE martini glass.

There was little information relayed during Instructions of Trail by hare-pair Dung-Fu Grip and Ho To Housewife mainly because the rain changed trail logistics.

With the exception of the always-rude Twisted Fister, on-out was the usual lazy affair.

Just look at TIMMY. How can we expect a good trail from a hare that dresses so slovenly?!?

Here's Can'd H3's Ghetto Man. He likes to arrive late hoping to avoid being snared by Hash Cash. He always, however, seems to be able to find Beer Check!

Sunday Semen was joined by Dog Breath who could not bear to see anyone else drink from his 'dog dish'.

One last piece of hash business today and it was the elimination of Just Chip and his transitioning to a full-fledged hasher with the appropriate rude moniker.

The rock-n-roll Junior High kids dragged home by parents, the old bluesman takes the stage to ply his trade.

Religious Adviser Dung-Fu Grip awards down-downs to Thmp-Thmp and Hugh Heifer for wearing their Happi Coats on a really hot day.

Pussy Toupee and Grassy Ass were welcomed as visitors, Then they were asked to never return

First to the altar was our two co-GM's, the shaky-marriage, wife-husband team of Princess Di(arrhea) and Thmp-Thmp. While Hash Cash frequently curses them, they've done a damn good job this year.

Lead-off pick-up hare hash co-hare Pink Cherry Licker gives instructions as to how she hopes this thing will work. We're experienced hashers and have this all planned out, what could possibly go wrong? (Famous last words!)

Virgin Sal's turn on the hot seat. She, too, went the joke route.

Here's Six explaining how he got back to California from Texas. Male prostitution was the general consensus!

Nothing left but rabble-rousing hashers as the evening draws to a close! Goodnight from Trail 814. May the Hash go in Peace.

Just Christina, Hugh Heifer and Dung-Fu Grip were convicted if chivalry on-trail. All three helped kennel mates even more half-minded than themselves! No good deed goes unpunished at the hash.

Dung-Fu Grip stares at trail marking chalk like he's never seen the stuff before. Twisted Fister gets a chuckle while Thmp-Thmp reminds him he doesn't know how to use the stuff anyway!

Muff informs Tiny Whiny Bitch that if he does not like martinis,he may give his to her. Note Ralph trying to hide from Hash Flash

Jameson proved a popular alternative to the more traditional hash libation.

A check on a sewer cover seems appropriate for this hare-pair. S-h-i-t-t-t-y T-r-a-i-l !!

Descending on-down into Capitols-by-the-Sea. EWH3ers: Note the sunshine and trees still have leaves. How's the weather inside the Beltway these days?!?

Deep Stroke ambles over the last log bridge during on-in. By now, a number of hounds just splashed through the damn creek fed up with the unstable, rolling log bridges.

Shiny Snail Trail breaks into a trot obviously intending to abandon mother Carolyn in the deep,dark wood.

Occasional Rapist tells co-hares Schlong Division and Slonad they are in the running for Longest Trail of the Year award!