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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.
Virgin Tom and Summer's Yeast leave a check really happy trail did not on-up the hill in the background.
Finally at Beer Check, we see co-hare Thmp-Thmp tensing in case Diddler On The Roofie is preparing to bop him for lousy trail
Aaron and Megan look at each beginning to doubt the wisdom in accepting My Little Bony's invitation to join us for Religion
First hash or not, no instruction was necessary for virgins Justin and Mandy to know what to do with a down-down!
Here's group of first-timer hashers with Surf City. Religious Adviser Accuprick made sure they got something to remember us by!
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.
Dog Breath was selected as the evening's Beer Fairy and he managed to find a way to drink as much as he poured!
Things went well for the hares until the pack asked a few questions. The expression on Occasional Rapist's face says it all!
The outdoor arena area at the Museum of Natural History was commandeered by the clan. Luckily, no neighbor called the coppers as they did the last time we were here.
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!
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.
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.
THIS is what they looked like from the sidewalk at the top of the cliff. Even a BLIND cop could have seen them had he passed by
Vince Lamblowme and dBASED tell tonight's hare,TIMMY, what B.S. Whistle told dBASED he's heard about Surf City trails
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'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!!
The condemnation of their trail did not stop the hares from enjoying their down-downs though. Gee, what a surprise!
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
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.
With only his face uncovered, former Michigander Dung-Fu Grip appears a fully-acclimated Californian now!
Taqueria Los Pericos is almost completely commandeered by the pack. Goodnight from Trail 808. May the Hash go in Peace.
Just look how damned small Santa Cruz appears from this dizzying height! Just kiddin', this is Soquel Village.
The worst-of-the-worst are seen here and being shadowed by an employee. He wonders if they're EVER going to leave!! Goodnight from Trail 738. May the Hash go in Peace.
This harriette appears to have received a heck of a lot of wrapping paper for her gift during the Tacky Gift Exchange. That would be rather rude, wouldn't it?!?