Religious Adviser Accuprick sweet-talked Butt Balls,a RA for many hashes and for many years,into co-RA-ing with him this evening

The former Just Kassie hangs her head in shame as she learns she will forever be known as... Erection Derailer.

Here we are at the colloquially-named Top of the World, also Hole 27, the last one at famous DeLaveaga Disc Golf Course. Today Is Monday stumbles down the steps hoping not to get bonked by a disc.

One carelessly tossed joint and this bone-dry field would ignite like a tinderbox. Welcome the the fourth year of our historic drought.

Co-GM Princess Di(arrhea) reads the proclamation awarding TIMMY his reward for successfully completing 50 harings for Surf City. This presentation was preempted last week by the arrival of the local constabulary.

Attention San Luis Obispo H3: Are you missing your hashit?!? It's been 'found' by Surf City H3 co-GMs Princess Di(arrhea) and Thmp-Thmp!

Back to Point A where the soon-to-be-an-altar compass is currently be used as a depository for Vitamin J. (Junk food)

Just Steve vanishes into the hell of Hobo Hotel.

Just Ciarra rejoices when told the pack was unable to come up with a sufficiently rude name for her.

Here are the hangers-on that ignored the call to on-in to Religion and opted to swill more beer instead.

The immense mosquitoes! Here we see a insect resembling a juvenile vampire bar getting ready to feast on Puff but was killed by Accuprick

Here's 99 Bottles beertender Brendan. He was forced to deal with Banana Basher long into the night. I think Banana left only when Puff stop buying for him.

Here's Can'd H3 and Surf City hashers taking up a table at Seabright Brewery too.

The pack has made it to the top of campus and are thankful every which-way from here is on-down.

Not merely a cute topping for Banana Basher's lampshade, the frog has a function. Please see next picture.

I would NOT want to pay the electricity bill for Riverside Lighting, it would put a serious dent in the funds available for drinking!

Just Nate can do nothing but chuckle when the RA announces the name he shall henceforth be known as.

Just Ciarra was awarded a congratulatory down-down as the evening's Beer Fairy.

Snatch says, You're too old Puff,everyone knows this is a Victoria's Secret original

Here's extreme back slider and present-day Colorado resident Brave Brave Sir Robin. He was punished for his back sliding ways by being appointed the evening's Beer Fairy.

Accuprick's defense of his trail appears to have Hangs Loose on the verge of tossing his cookies!!

On-on-on was convened at Santa Cruz Diner, about the only place other than Hugh Heifer's house that operates on an all-night schedule.

Wicked Retahted exhibits displeasure with Finger Nips telling him, You gotta have way more than THIS to be with me!!

Do NOT hire this company! Why? Their business is ten blocks from Front Street! If they can't read a map, I do not want them managing my company's finances!

Here is Wicked Retahted. He's not anti-social, he's merely afraid someone will take one of his two drinks from him

This is NOT the 'Lucky Seven'. These people are the worst of the worst, the only ones to attend on-on-on. Goodnight from Trail 679. May the Hash go in Peace.

Jizziki heads on-up the stairs into a parking structure asking himself: I KNOW this is a circle-jerk, why the hell am I DOING it?!?

Hugh Heifer was selected as the evening's Beer Fairy. It did little, however, to curtail her propensity for overindulgence.

Hugh Heifer leads Summer's Yeast and a tongue-lolling Stub Rub into Beer Check. Wonder what Hugh has in that cup?!?

Hooker On Kronix,Bitch was appointed the evening's Beer Fairy and began her reign by devouring TWO down-downs!

A YBF has an unhappy pack clotting-up as they return to the fence under-crossing.

Co-hare Dung-Fu Grip attempts to eavesdrop on Giant Asexual, Just Schuyler and Fap Jack to learn what they though of trail.

This is the world's oldest planter box: a 500 year old redwood cut down a century ago and now exhibiting some signs of life again.

This was Dung-Fu Grip's response when Dog Breath asked if this was going to be another of his 7 mile Death Marches!!

The stiff breeze coming in off Monterey Bay was quite appreciated after a mile or so of traipsing the tracks!

For a hash that frequents mountain lion territory, it's difficult for us to be fearful of a coyote!

Waxi-Pad traipses a terrible trail through the cemetery. He didn't even know cemeteries HAD areas like this!!

Here's Hugh Heifer, Shiny Snail Trail and Occasional Rapist imitating the Speak No Evil, Hear No Evil and See No Evil little monkeys. I say they've mastered the 'monkey' part quite well, wouldn't you agree?

First stop was a block away at Frenchy's. Perfect place for a pre-Valentine's Day tryst.

Here's our lone hare, Dung-Fu Grip (attempting to) explain the new trail-marking system he has, in a drunken stupor, invented for this trail. Sadly, it's numerous variations proved too much even for it's inventor.

Just Steve manages a meager smile as he morphs into... Stub Rub.

This should stand as our official photo for Toys for Tots '09

Ralph Crammed-In tempts excommunication with his blasphemy

And the hares, Banana Basher and Foot Loose and Panty Free. I see Foot Loose trying to sneak a quick sip too

Now Jessalynn is listening to her options for the Joke, Song or Body Part of her welcoming. She thinks they're funny. That's about to change!

The Pedofiddler suffered an eye injury earlier and said she could barely see out of her right eye while driving to the hash tonight. Great!

Some of the more sober hashers stayed behind to clean up the mess we'd made during Religion here at one of our members place of employment.

Here's a harriette new to us but not new to hashing. This is Second Cumming having just returned from an extended stay teaching in the Middle East. My only question is why did it take her so long to get-the-hell outta-there?!?

Hash View Point. Oxford H3 Run 587, The Lions, Bledlow.