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Religious Adviser Accuprick stares in disbelief as Moose Turd Pie hijacks Religion from right under his nose. This earned him a punitive down-down.
Just Tim is able to laugh in the face of derision as his forever-name is announced. (Drum roll, please)
Fap Jack awaits his turn as Pick Cherry Licker, TIMMY and Banana Basher have raided Puff's chocolate stash, those bastards! Goodnight from Trail 732. May the Hash go in Peace.
In case you can't tell, we are hashing past the arts center section of Cabrillo College. I can only hope no one decides to rip anything off.
Hounds drifted into Beer Check in groups of one and two. Everyone paired up in hopes our resident mountain lions would seek easier prey.
A very expensive, multi-year restoration of this Beach Hill home netted stunning results for it's owner.
Beer Check was (illegally) held at the back of Twin Lakes Park on 7th Avenue. It's very rare to see Fap Jack without one (or BOTH) front paws curled around a beer!
I never found out if The Arabian Goggler and Ska-Skank Redemption are mugging for the camera or if something Dung-Fu Grip is saying they find funny.
Hairy Potter reminds lushes Just Sean and Shady Curtain there is at least one more Alcohol Check plus Religion yet to go, no need to swill everything in sight already!!
Yes, almost all of the bar area was consumed by hashers. Not an uncommon occurrence though I dare say!
On-on-on was at burger. With the UC kids getting back soon and this place's close proximity to campus, this may be our last visit for a long time. Goodnight from Trail 817. May the Hash go in Peace.
Banana Basher was honored as our Founder and given a red cup of candy for his efforts. A red cup of BEER would have been far more appropriate I dare say!
Co-hares and mortal-life partners Princess Di(arrhea) and Thmp-Thmp delivered their usual unsatisfying version of Instructions of Trail.
This picture was taken right here at the Mediterranean circa 1958. These four pool sharks soon hung up their sticks for the last time and reputedly went on to bigger and better things as the old saying goes.
Jizziki crosses a field nearing Monterey Bay and fights his way through the spray from the crashing waves. Jizziki needed a fog horn as much as a flashlight!
Co-GM Thmp-Thmp delivers the Chalk Talk to Virgin Marit and her canine chaperone. Only the three letters in the lower right would prove of value to her on THIS trail!
First-arrivers to on-on-on strapped the feed bag on immediately and began munching and gnawing on bones.
As usual, most mortals leave when the pack arrives giving us unfettered run of the entire bar! Ain't it great?!?
TIMMY, Just Frank and Thmp-Thmp wisely wait for the traffic signal to change on Soquel Avenue. Actually though, they're just tired and are surreptitiously taking a breather.
Bloody Wanker hopes invoking the power of the mantra 'om' will gird him for the forthcoming struggle with this trail. He was, well, less than successful shall we term it!!
TIMMY, Pink Cherry Licker and Fap Jack take advantage of a very casual trail to walk as much as possible.
On-on-on was across the street from Religion at the Reef bar which also contains Pono Hawaiian Grill. Hmmm. Strange symbiotic relationship going on there.
Here we see Butt Balls contemplating grabbing Deep Stroke from behind. He must have heard how she hijacked Religion last week and inserted a long black sausage into the mechanism that operates things
These people wisely stayed home tonight and did their drinking here. If they didn't like the people who knocked on their door, they just didn't open it!
With all nearby restaurants closed, the pack decided they may as well just stay and drink instead! Goodnight from Trail 796. May the Hash go in Peace.
Hangs Loose is expertly dragged along trail by Butters, his Golden Retriever puppy who has far more energy than Hangs Loose EVER did.
Bacon Queef powers away from a point of confusion on the river levee. This still does not mean she's right though.
At first I though a hare had beat me to the start but it turned out to be ANOTHER kind on 'dead wood'!
Here's Point Loma and the wharf in the background. The cave in the lower right hand corner goes all the way through to the bank of the river, then you swim! Yes, we've had trail through there before.
Either the owner of this tree has been target-practicing with his shotgun or this area is home to some large and plentiful woodpeckers!!
Jacquie and Deep Strok simply HAD to stop at a yard sale along trail. You'll be introduced to their acquired item when we return to The Rush Inn. Prepare yourselves
Here we see a couple lazy bastards auto-hasing to on-on-on. Worse yet, trail lasted so long the kitchen was closed so we called it a night and headed home. Goodnight from Trail 831. May the Hash go in Peace.
Thmp-Thmp, Just Steve and Just Lori begin to verbally abuse co-hares Fucked-Over Fest and Twisted Fister. Thank you!
See what the sign says? See the car that almost ran into the sign? I'd say there's no further caption needed
Virgins JP and Maggie are counseled about Religion by their sponsor Twat Did You Say? while Dog Breath prepares to nibble on her nipple, or at least so it appears!