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.

If you're thinking, Geez, I see nothing but hashers in this bar, you'd be 100% correct.

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.

Circleup for coming up with a name for Tom was a loud, unruly social happening!

Princess Di(arrhea) waited a long time but the hostess refused to seat any of the pack.

Broke Bench Mountain and Pink Cherry Licker were complimented on their 'Walter' impersonation.

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.

Here we see Virgin Kelsi contemplating her Joke, Song or Body Part options. Kelsi bared her derriere in our faces!

And the hares...Twisted Fister and Thmp-Thmp. Too many alleys and WAY too much mud on this trail.

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

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

Here's Virgin David. He is yet to determine if he likes this hashing-thingey or wishes he'd stayed at home tonight WATCHING horror movies rather than PARTICIPATING in one!!!

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!

First to be condemned was Deep Stroke. She will soon be leaving town in her thirty-plus year old motorhome for parts unknown. This is a good picture of her...her face is covered

Taqueria Los Pericos is almost completely commandeered by the pack. Goodnight from Trail 808. May the Hash go in Peace.

Enzo finally completed his fifth hash and was christened Toilet Baby for his hash moniker.

I doubt it's necessary for Hash Flash to reveal the name of the hasher who recently purchased this new pipe. This hasher usually gets the discounted price by buying 3 at a time!!

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.

I do not mind fish hook checks....as long as I'm not a FRB at the time!

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?!?

Trancuntnanal, Princess Di(arrhea), Dog Breath and Courtesy Flush were busted on trump-up charges and sentenced to Gorilla down-downs

Mother's Little Felcher keeps daughter Brooke close and has hired Hugh Heifer to keep watch on her as well. Pay Hugh with beer and she'll do (almost) anything for you!

Broke Bench Mountain and Cuff My Muff were among the first to vist with the RA this evening

Feeding time at the zoo, watch as the animals strap the feedbag on

Captain Jack Swallows, Cumz Out My Nose and Dr. Nappy-Headed 'Ho were chided for not hashing trail but walking directly to Beer Check.

Cuff My Muff was Grand Inquisitor tonight, AKA 'Religious Adviser'.

Well, here we are at Riverside Lighting for our annual Lamp Shade Hash group photo. A woman passing by volunteered to take the shot for us.

Two big screens. Great for Thursday night football and later for karaoke. I hope to be gone before drunk hashers take the microphone in front paw!!

As the money supply begins to dwindle, the number of hashers begins to drop. Gee, what a surprise!

It's quite a ways back up to street level from Beer Check. Mercifully, so may people come down here, there's an easily accessible path.

Callahan's begins to fill with 'shady' characters as hares-out time approaches.

And the hares... Thmp-Thmp and Accuprick. This trail wasn't all green but it made many of us turn green with illness.

Steamy Baanorrhea was appointed the evening's Beer Fairy

Toys were safely ensconced in the foyer of the the business belonging to co-hare Summer's Yeast.

Fap Jack and Pink Cherry Licker move their table to join the party here at Point A, Santa Cruz Mountain Brewery.

The first check an the corner of Cooper and Front streets turned into a social event as we had difficulty solving it.

Here we see Shallow Hole in hot pursuit of Virgin Alex. Wonder what she'll do when she catches him?!?

Virgin Jessalynn receiving the proverbial Chalk Talk from TIMMY. Sadly, she would see everyone of these marks along trail's seven-plus mile length and a few new ones from Dung-Fu Grip's warped imagination!

Just Shannon waves to the pack fearing this may be the last time she sees us this evening!

Just Andrew was convicted of wearing a racist shirt to the hash tonight.

How DID they know the hash would be here tonight?!?

Wily (lazy?) hashers, such as your Hash Flash, opted to take the elevated trail above the tracks rather than continue risking bodily injury!

How can Just Lori hash this entire trail and shows no signs of perspiring at all? Did she walk the entire thing or what?!?

Here's extreme back slider Twinkle Tush attempting to justify his absence to Thmp-Thmp

dBASED, Fap Jack, Just Mike and Thmp-Thmp were punished for blowing through the last check and arriving at Beer Check from the wrong direction.

Liquor Check beside the tracks near the trail tunnel under Mission Hill, quite appropriate for hashers I dare say. See Deadliest Snatch 'standing watch' for coppers? Where could we POSSIBLY run?!?