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Smile On Saturday-Separate Petals
I picked one of the Dandelions on the lawn and dissected it for today's theme. Thought the petals resembled Hash Browns!
Rabbit Hash is an unincorporated community beside the Ohio River in Boone County. So named due to a flood in the 18th century that forced the rabbits to flee the record flood waters. They were easily slaughtered and often made into rabbit hash.Flooding continues to plague this area. The 1937 flood destroyed most of the businesses. A sand bar limits access to the Kentucky shore and Rising Sun, Indiana, directly across the Ohio River became a busy port. A ferry connected the two communities. Now a historical district and busy tourist attraction that elects a dog as its mayor. Motorcyclists love the windy roads leading to Rabbit Hash.
Hash Hameed, 16th Jun 2019, Sinjar, Nineveh Governorate, Iraq. Hash was my Dubai based marketing lady, but spent more time in Iraq than any of the London or Dubai based management team. She loved working with our business, and the business adored her in return.
In 2014 Islamic State came to Sinjar, and so began the genocide of the Yazidi. The most awful atrocities were committed here. We won work with UNMAS clearing explosive remnants of war from the area, employing mainly Yazidi girls, women deeply afflicted by conflict. I was humbled by their resilience.
Hash became and remains a great friend. An invaluable part of a great team, doing meaningful work, who were together much more than the sum of their parts.
Hash Bash.
Ann Arbor Michigan Strange sublime mingling subconscious intensities excessive story's resurgence remarkable growing psychedelic literary effects,
bedeutende Verzerrungen zum Ausdruck bringen Cannabis lacht Akademiker, die mit phantasievollen malerischen enormen magischen Lichtern unwiderstehliche Musik kämpfen,
изумрудные мечты безупречные удовольствия невидимые инструменты крепление улыбки удивительные отражения волны гармонии льющаяся любовь,
fumigans assumptiones falsas conceptiones viridi fontes natura desiderat coronari rostra aurea istas spiritales visiones cunetas caelum animadvertit Aenean capillos,
comhfhiosas dochloíte indulgences athnuachana sásaimh spéaclaí scamaill luxurious deataigh dhochoiscthe ag sólás passerby's,
εξύψωση όμορφες ψυχές αυξανόμενη ευχαρίστηση enwrapped αρχίζει exultant ομιλητές απόλυτο θαυμαστικά hasheesh απολαύσεις,
連帯するエクスタシーは、日没の説得力のある喜びを吹き込み、魂を旅行させている集団を驚かせます著しい知識継続パフ.
Steve.D.Hammond.
After making burritos one night, there was a _lot_ of leftover shredded beef. So I made a hash with some shredded potatoes and topped it with an over easy fried egg. You can see the yolk leaking out, I guess I wasn't as gentle with it as I should have been. Quite tasty.
Hash is finally on his Obitsu body!
I also have my OOAK Fairy on the new SBH body, but her clothes are color fasting.
Hash is finally on his Obitsu body!
I also have my OOAK Fairy on the new SBH body, but her clothes are color fasting.
Acting Hash Flash Pussy Wood recorded the christening of Puff the Magic Drag Queen's new shoes for our posterity.
Circleup for introductions: Dung-Fu Grip, Finger Nips, Occasional Rapist, Deadliest Snatch, Banana Basher, Rat Pussy, dBASED, Fap Jack and Wicked Retahted. Losers all.
Deadliest Snatch, Rat Pussy, Finger Nips and Dung-Fu Grip drag the coolers off Seabright State Beach and hopefully avoid any contact with Mr. Ranger.
Rat Pussy acted as beertender at Liquor Check at the abode of Fap Jack and Pink Cherry Licker. They joined Rat Pussy and the altar due to their laziness.
And the hares... a well-covered Ho To Housewife, (she's always cold!) Deadliest Snatch and Rat Pussy. They turned SeaBRIGHT into Sea-BLIGHT!
🔵⚪️ STM ⚪️🔵
Montréal
Réseau 🎫 : Société de transport de Montréal
Exploitant 📋 : STM
Véhicule 🚌 : Nova Bus LFS HEV
Numéro de Parc ️ : 41-037
Ligne 🚏 : 107 en direction de Verdun
Photo 📍 : 10/02/2026 a l’arrêt McGill / Saint-Paul
Appareil : Canon EOS 250 D
Hashtag #️⃣: #bus #busspotter #STM #Novabus
Cowgirl Hugh Heifer stretches out waiting on her vegetarian dinner to be delivered. She must hate on-on-on being held at a bar-b-que!!
My first run here- On on!
Hash Trash 103
As the day climbed towards its peak of 34°C (39.1°C if you count heat index), cars began to assemble at Timberland Heights, or as it shall now be known, 'The Three Hills of Death'. Confused by the glaring sun the cars assembled in entirely the wrong place, which was to cause some interesting interplay with the security guards later, but oblivious to that fact they assembled anyway and began to load up on water. Damn it was hot.
The Chalk Talk was brief: paper marks the trail, several checks marked with circles, one runner/walker split. And they were off, wheezing up the first hill and onto the wide main trail. Hare Steaming Cougar Bait was standing at the first turn to direct people up the hill so that they didn't run into the returning trail markers. He was nonchalantly smoking a cigarette which belied the severity of the trail he'd just marked. Lambs to the slaughter and all that ...
The trail strained uphill for a while, and then plunged down, down, down into a deep valley where the river could be crossed without getting your feet wet. Noname Hasher Giles was obviously hot at this point and opted for a quick bath. We snaked along the river for a while and then started the first climb. By the end of a minute, no-one was talking; by the end of two minutes, everyone was taking breaks and collectively wheezing like a asthma clinic. The hill went on for a good ten minutes, although it seemed like an hour, and at the top everyone looked very relieved
... Until they started to descend again, because as every hasher knows, for every downhill on an A to A run, you'll have to do the same amount of uphill. This time the downhill was short, but the uphill was a crippling 100m increase in altitude. It doesn't sound that much, but combined with the heat and humidity, it was really tough. Everyone took it at their own pace, and eventually collapsed at a tree at the top with bemused motorbikers sitting under it. Apparently everyone made the same joke to them: "Give me a lift back to home!" The bikers had apparently just come up the same trail on their bikes.
From there it was, uh-oh, down again over some amazing desert-like tracks with minimal grip and a crazy gradient, all the way to another river, and then, yep, up the other side. The trail eventually flattened out a bit and merged into the wide main trail, which was mostly shaded, and life began to feel a bit better. The final runner/walker split was ignored by many but the intrepid Momentai and Mouth to Mouth braved it to add another couple of km and another hill to the total. The rest got home by any means possible: some stragglers were perked up by Steaming Cougar Bait's timely appearance with bananas and buko, and some just chose to hop in a conveniently waiting ambulance and cruise the last 2 km. The last of the walkers came in just as the sun was setting and the circle was called to order.
This was the first hash to have been graced by the presence of either GM SB, or RA Gorf since they eloped last month, so everyone was keen to see if they still remembered how it all went. The Hares were brought in and had actually multiplied in number to four: As well as Burning B and Steaming Cougar Bait, Aphrodisiac stepped up and Burning B's cousin. Neither of them looked as sweaty or frazzled as the two main hares, so it was assumed they helped out more with the logistical side of things. "Shitty Trail!" sang all, some spelling it H I L L Y, which doesn't quite work.
There were a huge number of virgins, attracted by the wild terrain, and probably wishing they'd stayed in their nice airconditioned apartments. Mary and Sue, invited by W Down Under; Irene and Giles coerced by Joystick and Sausage Queen; and Richard, cruelly tricked by KC, and 5 others (if you brought the un-named Virgins along to this run, send their details to XXX, so we can log their runs and put them on the email list). Eight Visiting Hashers were also honoured and immediately forgotten, so send details of them through if you have them as well. Ta. We'll work on the record keeping next time.
Bringing the Returning hashers into the circle would have left no circle at all to speak of as the last hash was on Easter Day. So only people who had missed more than one hash were asked to step forward, which was still a sizeable number.
25th run shirts were dished out to a delighted Hash Relations Officer and 711, who had both been eagerly anticipating the moment for minutes and minutes. Its a proud moment when you realise you don't have a life.
The RA, Gorf, sprang into action and immediately brought SB to task for getting him drunk the previous night until some ungodly hour. Although he still romped home first. Aphrodisiac, as GM of the ladies hash and Backdoor Boy also had to drink.
Gastrognome was called in for getting lost on trail. Or was it perhaps an intentional short-cutting. Same result: a down down. Steaming Cougar Bait was then accused of that most heinous crime of spilling his beer, but apparently it wasn't him, it was Bypass pushing past. Snap on Tool and W Down Under were brought in for something-or-other and that was about it for the charges.
And then, a Naming. The hasher formerly known as Emily was asked to leave, and Sliding Door stepped up to dish the dirt. After some startling revelations, the group struggled to choose between C Tickler and 100 C, but at the last minute, the RA swerved to name her MW. So yeah, probably don't answer back to the RA when he's naming you ...
Eunuch and Hash Relations Officer were brought in to do a complex back-to-back down-to-down and assumed the position, actually managing to get most of the beer in their mouths. But at this point the light was fading, and the police were circling in helicopters, so we forwent the closing song and piled in the cars to drive back down the hill to the on-on, where it was discovered Burning Bush was moonlighting as a waitress. The food was much appreciated by the ravenous hashers, and the view was tremendous. Who knew Manila had stars?
Route Map here: www.mapmyrun.com/routes/fullscreen/86242751/
Just Foot Pussy and Bacon Queef seem perplexed by trail and we're only a few blocks from on-out! I do not think they will enjoy this trail!!
Here's a closeup of Ahhhto Bahng Stander's unicorn tattoo matching the one Pussy Wood has. Even worse that this though, does this man shave under his arms?!? There'll be hell to pay when he gets home to Germany!!
Cumfart Zone is a happy harriette. I note she has removed her chastity belt and hung it over her left shoulder. She bears watching this evening.
Just Steve and (current) wife Summer's Yeast were punished for for arguing on trail. I hope you're not feeling horny tonight, Steve!!
Early-arrivers Princess Di(arrhea), Transcuntnanal and Pussy Wood stroke Poon Doggy. Pink Cheery Licker holds the leash while daddy Hangs Loose is inside grabbing a beer.
This section of circleup for introductions contains: Just Justin, Hugh Heifer, Pink Cherry Licker, Deadliest Snatch, Rat Pussy, Cum Fart Zone and half of Jizziki.
Wet Feral Pussy, Diddler On The Roofie, Electric Labia Land and Just Ciarra were awarded punitive down-downs for their back-sliding ways.
Plastic Pussy tries to play the gentleman and offer Pink Cherry Licker a beer. He knows, though, she doesn't drink the stuff.
Circleup for introductions: Finger Nips, TIMMY, Pink Cherry Licker, Fap Jack, Bacon Queef, Just Foot Pussy, Snapping Twat, Occasional Rapist. On-out!