Hash 853 – Red Dress

This years red dress started at Callahan’s which gave us more room for shenanigans! Hashers started rolling up around 1 to get going on the amazing bloody mary’s filled with everything including slim jims and bacon!

Laverne from WomenCARE our awesome charity came to the start to talk to and thank all of us, we are so proud to help support such a wonderful charity while also being drunk and running around in red dresses, talk about a win-win-win-win situation! And we raised $1647 this year! That’s an impressive number! Trans-cunt-n-anal and I took an uber over to Callahan’s, and our uber driver gave us $10 to donate to WomenCARE! People are good.

When we finally got around to hitting trail the walkers were quickly taken to the jury room for a round where we got some donations and talked to some nice regulars. From there we made our way up ocean and USO-O-O almost ate shit along the way, I think she is new to the whole “walking” thing. At pearl necklace’s house we had another beer check. My goodness the hares kept us good and loaded! Which was quickly shown when we made it to liquor check nearby on Riverside and Tits n games’ virgin proceeded to throw up. After liquor check we happened to pass by a bus at a bus stop and the driver invited us to hop on! But we decided to continue stumbling to the next beer stop.

Courtesy also decided to show up around then wearing a sexy pair of red heels, truly putting some miles in someone else’s shoes (I mean, maybe they are his, no judgment). It was also apparently important to take note that Butters (Hangs loose’s golden) decided to take a shit in downtown, she clearly missed the signs by the San Lorenzo that said “no dumping”. We meandered our way through downtown and up to Rosie’s where we took over the place with song, sharing with poor muggles the hasher’s weekly schedule and for once it was true that for SCH3 Saturday was the hashing day! We then made our way to the Rush Inn to throw our money at them before heading back to Callahan’s drunk and hungry.

We all ate some tasty food, mac n’ cheese, pulled pork sliders and whatnot to soak up our day of drinking. Then we had religion in the back room. Dung-fu and Accuprick co-RA’d, although Accuprick was disguised as the most interesting man in the world. We started with crimes on trail, Accu called out Hangs Loose for Butters shitting on trail and him not having a bag! Boo! I have written in my notes “TCA talked got a down down” I was a bad scribe and was clearly too inebriated to take notes, but I think he called out Accu on his doppelganger. We then got around to Virgins! Tits n games virgin passed out…whoops, he couldn’t hang with the big dogs!

Then things mellowed out as we remembered Last Call Norm through a moving speech by Virgin Emily. Norm was like a second mom to her and she wanted to spend the day with the hashers that Norm was so fond of and that were so fond of her. I didn’t know Norm but it sounds like she was a wonderful person and the fact that we do Red Dress to raise money for WomenCARE is a beautiful tribute to her.

Virgin Valerie also came for Norm and she showed us the moon (her moon).

More tails from the trail, There was blood on trail because Courtesy was having trouble walking the walk in his heels. Our many awesome visitors: 96 Super Hole and Shercock Holmes from Fresno, Paki Sack and Dammit Janit (SAC H3), Beasty Ality and Bullshit Whistle (who the fuck knows, not me), and Randi Bambi (CAN’d) got down downs for mixing with the wrong crowd.

We had a late arrival Virgin Chris, Virgin Valerie’s lesser half and were also joined by a random dude from the other side of the bar who just saw the good time we were having (and maybe was just a crazy local drunk…like the rest of us) and decided to join in. USOOO got on stage and made an announcement asking simply for a lot of dick and I say give the girl what she wants! Accuprick got accused of backsliding but who cares?

Last and definitely least were our hares! Twisted handled the walker trail (really

lacking in beer checks if you ask me, we only hit like what 5 places?) New Kids on my Cock laid turkey, and Shallow Hole and Cum Pumper handled eagle. Pearl Necklace took charge of the closing ceremonies with a lovely and emotional tribute to Norm and WomenCARE. The wanker crew continued drinking, some went over to PCL and Fap’s for fun and games and the hash went in peace!

On on,

Pussy Wood

The hash this week fell perfectly on a holiday white people love to culturally appropriate by drinking margaritas!

Our hares Hugh Heifer and Ho to Housewife (quite the alliteration there!) started us out at Tampico which is unfortunately on its death bed and scheduled to close this month. Quite the pack showed up for this particular hash and plenty of tequila was imbibed. As I was waiting for my drink I was standing at the bar next to Wicked Retahted. He was rather inebriated and told me to come closer so he could whisper in my ear “You’re the prettiest girl in the hash….except for me!” and proceeded to do one of his giggle and hair flips that I know you can all picture right now. It was amazing.

The pack got going and we were first led down towards the wharf, we hit a pretty solid YBF on second street and then carried on up west cliff and through the neighborhoods. Except for Cumfart Zone, Vaginal Repair Kit, Bacon Queef, Occasional Rapist and Tits n game who decided to short cut straight to beer check! Those of us who didn’t skip out went through the neighborhoods and were led through lighthouse park (we completely missed the turkey eagle split!) We saw a pack arrow so perhaps someone led us astray.

Who knows! Either way I ended up on turkey, apparently eagle was a solid 3 miles longer (sheesh!) and I was very appreciative of the bathroom stop which a hare had written “you’re welcome!” outside of. We made it down to an overlook by Cowell’s for beer check which had a lovely view of the sunset over Santa Cruz.

We then meandered on back to Religion at the top of the Oswald’s parking structure. I shared Wicked’s hilarity which he was not even there to get a down down for. Finger nips fucked up a song, not once, but twice! and she had to drink for it. Rat Pussy and Just Foot Pussy were called “Putas” by a bunch of kids outside of a church, that’s pretty awesome. Our short-cutters got their justice. Gator bait Shallow Hole got to drink for backsliding from Louisiana all this time. Occasional and New kids also got to drink for backsliding. Bareback got a down down for being late and her man Courtesy Flush got a down down for putting the “ass” in “class” mooning us all from Hugh Heifers truck window. Overall a pretty shitty trail as expected and we made our hares drink for it!

On on,

Pussy Wood

This week’s hash was very entertaining all things considered. Our hares Puff and TIMMY!! Got things started at the davenport roadhouse.

Right off the bat we had trouble solving a few checks and I may have made the mistake of following the virgin (Virgin Dusty) through a swamp instead of taking the easy way around from the liquor check. Other than having quite the wind going it was a lovely start along the coast. We then got back up onto the 1 and headed north on that for a bit looking for flour. We were led across the railroad tracks into the residential little davenport neighborhood. NOTE: The hares told us before trail started that we should ignore any “private property” and “no trespassing” signs. I think those wankers set us up…just keep reading to know what I mean because this is where things got interesting. As we made our way down a dried up ravine we started getting yelled at by a perturbed ass-clown.

This little guy started yelling at us that we were on private property and that there were “Signs everywhere” (we saw no such signs upon our exit, merely a bus stop and street sign sooooo) Anywho, he threatened us profusely that he would call the sheriff if we continued on our path and when dBased tried to very politely and calmly reason with him asking for a better way around he just kept yelling at us to get the fuck out. We left and in the process he still felt he needed to get his tiny dick into his tiny truck and drive down to the start of the path (seriously like 20 meters long he could have walked up to us if he wasn’t such a weenie) to harass us some more and make sure we left.

He called the local “National security” HA! National security was a lady with a poodle dog in her little truck which proceeded to follow us as well. So we went back to the road and hoped we could pick up trail down the road. We did find trail, and some hashers went to see where it went and the national security lady started honking at them and yelling at them to GET OUT OF THERE! HEY! YOU! STOP!  (I guess that little patch of forest was private property too) so the hashers ran through and met up with us on the road while the lady continued yelling into a now empty forest. She clearly learned we were too large a group to fuck with and merely followed us at a respectful distance after that.

After that bit of excitement we were led through the cute little neighborhood behind whale city and such and finally onto the beach area across from start where we had beer check but with the insane winds we decided “fuck that” and had a quick religion at the railroad tracks.

First order of business was for those who had been yelled at by either tiny dick guy or poodle national security lady to drink…so that was everyone! Although only dung-fu, accuprick, occasional and dBased actually got the real yelling from the national security lady I believe. Accuprick also felt I deserved a down-down for leading people on about some hot wet beaver pics (link here, you won’t regret it, just click it: (https://www.buzzfeed.com/katangus/ooh-baby-thats-what-i-like?utm_term=4ldqpgp&bffbmain#4ldqpgp) We had a virgin and he delivered for the harriettes! We got full frontal and some ass too, hopefully he had a good birthday on Friday! Lastly we yelled at the hares for their shitty trail.

On on,

Pussy Wood

The Bash (Bike-Hash) was exactly how everyone should have wanted to spend their Sunday Funday! We started at Brommer park, admiring each others sweet rides (creative cardboard cup holders, cheetah print accessories, and every other creative way to carry ones beverage through the bumpy ride that was the day). We hung out at Brommer park for a while, people tossing dollar bills to the bottom of dung-fu’s backpack for his eclectic beer selection he brought for thirsty wankers. We took off what felt like hours after arriving because our hare had been gone for so long. We were led around over to the liquor store at the corner of 41^st and Portola to pick up some booze. We had trouble finding trail from there and caused some traffic cluster fucks. Whatever. We then wandered through the neighborhoods before finding ourselves on the road that leads down to the capitola wharf and we stopped to enjoy our purchases and look at the surfers. From there we went down opal and along east cliff for a while and through those neighborhoods, then going through a path (that one with the swing that leads along the swamp area, I don’t know the name) where we had to put our bikes to the test (road bikes and beach cruisers being used as mountain bikes). We then had a surprise pause because it was pretty and continued our drinking. PCL’s wine bag got some serious abuse throughout the day, getting slapped and sipped by everyone (read that as dirty as you like). We then picked up from there and headed to Kong’s where everyone was obsessed with their egg rolls and apparently they were going to close soon (sad!) We obtained more booze and some of us were tired of waiting for egg rolls so we went on ahead.

We arrived behind twin lakes, again putting the skills of our non-mountain bikes to the test. This was a beautiful scene. Some of us were quite tipsy by that point, mustaches were made, there was frolicking, and other weird shit.

Some of us were cold with the wind that picked up by the end of the day and starving due to only drinking all day so we ditched religion but based on the photographic evidence here is what happened: PCL got a down down for her tour de Franzia antics.

Apparently Courtesy Flush and Hugh Heifer used technology and trail and got down downs for that. Bareback Unicrack and Courtesy Flush got busted for showing up halfway through trail and doing some autohashing. And our awesome Bash hare dung-fu got his, thanks Dung-Fu for inspiring us to have more Bashes in the future (and in my case buy a bike!)!

On on,

Pussy Wood

This week’s hash was brought to us by Hugh Heifer and Pussy Galore who decided the pack had gone about playing games too long and needed to be punished with a fuck load of checks.

All the checks. It wasn’t so much the amount either but that each check had 1-2 flour puffs going in every direction so we couldn’t just get away with looking one or two directions. Checks that were almost always kicked in the wrong direction first before being corrected (actually let’s be real nobody corrected them). Checks that led us up and down and all around. So. Many. Checks.

With that rant out of the way, I can actually talk about other things, not that there is really anything else to talk about for this trail. We started out from Monty’s log cabin in Felton, I really like that place with their cool outdoor back patio, cheap drinks, and dart board that is definitely not hung at regulation height, turns out 6 inches makes a hell of a difference…

After the hares were off we gave their slow asses plenty of time to fuck with us. Trail was beautiful through Henry Cowell by where the train runs through. I think we heard something about a pastor convention going on in the facility by the train tracks but we decided to keep our sinner selves away from trouble and kept on going without harassing them. We finally got to beer check in the same place we had it last year at this time and had religion in the parking lot of Mountain Community Resources.

Timmy was our RA and wanted to get

that shit over with so it was quick and dirty and we didn’t get to name the many pups that showed up, Butters needs a name (I suggested “Slip n slide”) and Vaginal Repair Kit’s pup Charlie as well (My vote is for Suck on my Cocker Spaniel) we can’t let the fact that he is a COCKer spaniel go ignored! But alas Timmy veto’d our idea for that so perhaps next time.

The backsliders got theirs BarebackUnicrack, Trans-Cunt-n-Anal, Cum Lord and Pussy Galore (but when one hare drinks…). Trans-cunt-n-anal managed to make it to 25 hashes despite being a lazy bastard.

Virgin Tully brought to us by Tits-n-Game showed off his goods to the hornyharriettes. Finally we got some announcements, Wharf-to-Barf will have the theme “Jam out with your Clam out” and seems there will be a hook up at Kiva, but make sure to get hammered ahead of time as they don’t allow booze. Red dress announcements also made, make sure you sign up on the facebook event page! It will start at Callahan’s this time around!

Finally Religion was finished and we headed to on after at Cowboys which was a pretty cool joint! A lot of the crew went and it was a good time as always with you wankers.

On on,

Pussy Wood

Let’s start by saying Severino’s is way too classy for our crew.

I don’t think older people have ever looked so scornful and ashamed for my generation as they did when I walked across the floor in front of their little jazz band set up in my lepre-pussy shirt, tiny kilt and beer socks. Actually, upon further thought, I think Just Foot Pussy showing his gigantic ass bruise on the back patio probably brought more shame.

Accuprick and Thmp thmp our hares led us all over the place! We pissed off an old man because traffic signals are hard! There were mudslides (not the alcoholic kind) rather the kind that took Genital tongs down on her ass (I guess the alcoholic kind could do that too). There were shamrock shakes at liquor check and that was pretty awesome! What wasn’t awesome was not finding trail when we hit the check at the end of the rail road tracks. Apparently they swear there was some at the gas station (we never verified so its probably lies).

Despite it all, we managed to make it to beer check at Deadliest Snatch and Rat Pussy’s place!

They had some amazing stew, corned beef and cabbage, jello shots and all sorts of goodness for us including a salamander! (maybe I’m the only one who gave a shit about that)

We managed to make it over to religion in the parking lot of the palo alto medical foundation. There was a slight change of rules, no beer fairy, just Dung fu chucking beer at people if they chucked beer on him with Brokebench of course being the first to test these rules.First down down was for those who didn’t even get as far as making first liquor check (pathetic!). The Betty Ford wankers who got to experience the final drunken bacteria-filled Jacuzzi fuck fest got their down downs. Apparently doing trail is not even involved because dBased was the only one to do trail and everyone else knew the rules that you never follow dBased.

We found out just how old Hangs Loose was because he could not manage to internet properly, I bet if Puff’s hash flash link said “spam titties” he would have found it no problem. Down downs were then given toCumfart Zone and Vaginal Repair Kit who got the free crossfit beer, I personally try to stay away from that sort of activity. We were then blessed with two virgins! Virgin Minnie and Virgin Laura. Virgin Laura made a big impression on Banana Basher by threatening his manhood the first time they met and will TEMPORARILY be known as “just the Big O” if she can manage to stick around long enough to earn it (or something worse!). The night just kept getting better from there as we got to see shamrock pasties on some of our harriettes Bacon Queef and Occasional Rapist. To top that Puff seems to be suffering from dementia because he surprised and concerned us all by wearing brand new shoes! And he drank out of both. Gross! Lucky for you if you didn’t make it this week you can watch a video of it here:

The backsliders of which there were many, drank their down downs. And last and actually probably least the hares!

This week stay tuned for some Zombie Jesus debauchery with me and Electric Labia Land!

On on,

Pussy Wood