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This harrier smiled broadly while opening his gift during the Tacky Gift Exchange.I guess some people are easy to please.
Last stop on this year's pub crawl was one of the oldest bars in town, the Red Room, with co-hares Pink Cherry Licker and Fap Jack waiting at the door to welcome you.
Occasional Rapist hands the cheap, foul-tasting bottle provide for us at Liquor Check to Princess Di(arrhea).
Co-hares Fucked-Over Fest and Twisted Fister spewed a pack of lies for Instructions of Trail. We'll remeber this come Religion time.
When asked his opinion of the hill he'd just climbed, Mother's Little Felcher was a man of few words!
The waitperson is giving Pixie and Pussy Toupee her sales pitch about Seabright Brewery's 'Award-Winning Fires'. It worked, they bought!
Co-hare Shallow Hole delivers Instructions of Trail. For some reason, she neglected to mention trail would be not only too hot but too damn long as well.
Moose Knuckle and Vince try to ignore Banana Basher's childishness as he welcomes hashers to Hash 597
Before the final voice vote was taken, the RA dispensed with some hash business. This was the awarding of a congratulatory down-down to Shallow hole for completing her 150th hash with Surf City. Get a life, lady!
Thinking they hadn't drank enough yet, these hashers toddled off to Burger in Aptos and continued making fools of themselves! Goodnight from Trail 691. May the Hash go in Peace
Steamy Baanorrhea and Dog Breath round a corner at high speed while Rod Lover sees no reason to run yet. Camera must be too damn heavy for him.
Co-hare Dung-Fu Grip felt confident enough with his lead time on the Eagle Trail to add an artistic flair to this check on the pedestrian bridge over the San Lorenzo River.
These three women left for a while, found and ATM and came back swill more. They seem to have picked up an 'admirer' along the way too!
A brightly-attired Occasional Rapist utilizes Technology on Trail to attempt to ascertain the direction (current) husband and hare dBASED will take us. Rapist, do not try and apply logic to an ILLOGICAL man!!
Speaking of Sky Park, here's a mural saluting it's beginning as an airport, of sorts anyway, on the side of the Scotts Valley Library which began it's life as a skating rink. Ask Princess Di(arrhea) for gory details of her days at the dinky rink!
Accuprick awards the 'No Film Award' to Dung-Fu Grip. Dung-Fu Grip arrived well after on-out but STILL managed to catch and pass most of the pack.
Beertender Jeff,while he appreciated the Red Dress shirt,implores the pack to keep it in check,there are mortals present. Goodnight from Trail 587. May the Hash go in Peace
The only directory we need this night was a map of trail, these damn hares were taking us all over the place!
Here's Pink Cherry Licker heading on-down all by her lonesome. She knows dBASED's trail are so convoluted she'll soon catch the pack. And she did!
Broke Bench appears in a hurry to get these railroad tracks behind him. Relax big boy, it's a long way to the Boardwalk
Here we see TIMMY clutching on a poor little tree for dear life much as a drowning man would grab at a floating straw.
Just Adam stretches out his legs to catch back up to the pack. It appears as he may have stopped to watch Shiny Snail Trail and Hugh Heifer make-out!
We do not wish to be sexist here in Santa Cruz so women will be welcomed to join the males. What we DO like is a place that keeps Happy Hour until 7PM. That's on-out time for us anyway.
Poon Doggy drags poor old Hangs Loose along trail. He must have caught the scent of a potential meal!
I'm not sure what to say about the 'log' this harrier received! It had a number of uses, few practical though.
Dung-Fu Grip watches as TIMMY attempts to negotiate the fish ladder without falling in and joining them!
dBASED was punished for losing his phone at prelube and not thanking the person who found it and gave it back to him.
Here is our founder and infrequent hasher Banana Basher. He's afraid we will soon come to no good and does not wish to be swept up in the police net when that happens
This is what Dog Breath left on the shore. Two hounds rifled through is belongings but found no money!
We will take a break from running to view some neighborhood art. Each section of this fence has been decorated by a neighbor.
While passing through Harvey West Park, Princess Di(arrhea) decided to get a little extracurricular exercise on this contraption. This may be the only time she sweated all night!
Too Drunk To Fuck vanishes down the Tunnel of Terror not knowing what awaits him on the other side,assuming he lives to get there that is
Here's Can'd H3's Sealed Hatch. She appears to be incognito tonight, this shirt does not have her first name on it
This, the usual lackluster on-out you've come to expect from Surf City, features: Princess Di(arrhea), TIMMY, Pink Cherry Licker and Fap Jack.
Virgin John(what's HE doing as a FRB?) Ho To Housewife and Shallow Hole round the corner onto East Cliff Drive hoping trail does NOT go on-down to Seabright Beach.
Conveniently located next door is the Santa Cruz Pasta Factory, UN-conveniently NOT located in Santa Cruz!