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Phyllis Driller had to tell TIMMY he talking to a dummy. That's ANOTHER think TIMMY has become proficient at after years of hashing!
Of all the trail markings, for some reason this is the only one Just Brian seems to have retained from his first hash!
Princess and Broke Bench amble along trail while it looks like Nipple Butt is finally smelling the mountain lion we've been expecting all trail long
If you're thinking, There's nothing but hashers at the bar!, you're correct. Mortals had already fled in terror.
Hugh Heifer and Brave Brave Sir Robin were congratulated on their winning the coveted DFL position tonight.
TIMMY ambles through the intersection of Cathcart and Cedar streets as if there isn't a car around for five miles!!
Everyone quit drinking for a second and bid a fond farewell to Just Daniel. He's gone, in his place will forever now be...
He barely swallowed that before being given the award for Stupidest Act By a Hasher: Yelling 'Ranger Danger' when the Ranger was within earshot!!!
Now we understand what the hares meant when they said, One will go out but have to come back. Someone has to pull the boat back across the pond to pick up more hounds.
I wanted just one more shot proving that co-GM's Thmp-Thmp and Princess Di(arrhea) at no time on this trail donned a toga.
Just Jane and Just Trisha listen as old-time hasher Banana Basher regales them with lies about his hashing ability he's concocted over the years
Co-hares Thmp-Thmp and Princess Di(arrhea) divulged a discombobulated Instructions of Trail. Whoa! Does Princesses' shirt say, 'I Am's Hot Breasts'?!?
Beer Check was along the Branciforte Creek causeway, although calling the trickle of water within it's concrete confines is an abuse of the word 'creek'.
Here we see TIMMY giving his best rap to Bareback. Unsuccessfully I might add! Goodnight from Trail 680. May the Hash go in Peace.
Thmp-Thmp, sporting his new Happi Coat, was awarded a down-down for finishing, more or less, his 125th hash with Surf city.
Beer Check was on the beach at the end of 26th Avenue. Our fellow beach-goers were 'interested', shall we term it, in what we were up to!
Co-hares Dung-Fu Grip and Twisted Fister deliver Instructions of Trail. They were so long and intricate most hashers forgot what they said by on-out time.
Here's OLD kennel mate Moose Knuckle with NEW kennel mate, R. Sole's Buddy, formerly of Oxford H3,England.
A considerable amount of milling around was performed at Beer Check until the on-in to Religion was sounded. I assume everyone wished to deplete all the hares' Beer Check beer until we moved on to the hashes' beer trough.
With many members at InterAmerica Hash in Portland, a depleted pack assembled in North Remote Parking on the UC Santa Cruz campus.
TIMMY(again), Dog Breath and Just Eddie were congratulated on surviving another year of hashing by reaching their birthdays. Every week proves another miraculous anniversary for these three jokers!
Deep Stroke and Too Drunk to Fuck tell Get Up and Run,Bitch she's lucky she got here in the bag wagon and did not have to hash this trail
Her comes two of the walkers, Twisted Fister and Finger Nips. They yell,You bastards better have left us some beer!
Occasional Rapist reacts adversely when co-hare Shallow Hole refuses to divulge the location of Beer Check
From the look on the Rapist's face, it would appear she did not receive much sympathy from Shallow Hole
Here's our DFL for the day, TIMMY. TIMMY thought he had guessed where Beer Check would be but his short-cut turned out to be a long-cut instead.
As you can see, being condemned by the pack had no effect on the spirits of co-hares Twisted Fister and Occasional Rapist.
Every feeding trough was hogged, so to speak, by a hungry hasher. Wonder if these guys made enough food?