Just Sasha looks to her (current) consort Courtesy Flush as her Naming Ceremony transpires imploring him: Don't tell them the weird things we do!

And the hares...TIMMY and Fap Jack. You've seen the pictures, you've seen Jizziki rant; I don't need to tell you what the pack had to say about this trail!

Here's the menu at Aptos Street Barbeque and they're not joking when they say many things ell out each day.

Last week we had a Westside peace sign, this week we found one on the Eastside. Must be a lot of retired hippies in town.

Self-portrait of Just Chip after toking-up, something he just finished doing as a matter of fact!

Hashers confer in circle-up making sure all their accoutrements are appropriately situated

TIMMY was congratulated on his recent birthday and asked how much longer he thought he'll be able to hash!!

Hugh Heifer tries to fit into the picture by giving her impression of a bird, possibly a Shit Bird in her case.

Just Frank and dBASED, believing Beer Check near, power along Capitola Road. Both were soon to be disappointed about that Beer Check thing though!

While such colorful characters as these three may illicit stares in YOUR town, as you can see they're not worth a second glance in Santa Cruz!!

Hugh Heifer takes the time to divest her shoes of five pounds of California beach sand!!

Shallow Hole, Diddler On The Roofie and Dog Breath head on-up a hill and are soon to discover false trail markings

Look at these harriettes lining up,all wanting the biggest weenie they could find!! Goodnight from trail 750. Happy Independence Day from Surf City H3. May the Hash go in Peace.

Remember I mentioned Little Anal Annie would visit with the RA again? Well, here she is and this time it's for the (usually) successful completion of her 225th hash with Surf City

Dog Breath easily handles the second crossing of Aptos Creek. How long will his luck hold out though?

Here is where the Live Music part of their outdoor sign is realized. Must not be a very lively band!

Twat Did You Say? leads the litter on-out setting a brisk pace. No one cared.

Even Cuff My Muff tries to avoid the vile concoction after it drains from Shallow Hole's malodorous sock

The only thing missing from this portal was the three-headed dog, Cerberus

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.

Daniel opted for a joke and a quick 'half-moon' for the harriettes.

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..

If you're thinking it looks like the entire bar area is nothing but hashers, you're correct. What mortals would wish to hang with us anyway?!?

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

For the second consecutive week, Wicked Retahted was congratulated on being able to remember a hash song!

Jizziki thinks if he stands apart from the pack he will not be tossed out when the rest of us are. He has tried this ploy beofre and it failed then as well.

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!!

The 'exit' off the deck overlooking Aptos Creek is too steep even for THIS hare-pair!

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!

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

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

After a few rounds, on-on-on became typically boisterous! Good night from Trail 797. May the Hash go in Peace.

Hash Games. Milton Keynes H3, Oxford H3, and Cambridge H3 Joint Run. The Cross Keys, Milton Keynes, 6 June 2010.

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?

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.

The herd skirted the edge of Anna Jean Cummings Park. This park is colloquially called.....

Whistle laughs saying, Trails can't get much worse than this one was!!!