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1802 – Get a Job You Lazy Bums

Hares : Comes & Goes, Skewby, Rubbermade, Roaring Nancy
WhereBally’s Bar & Grill, 2905 – 14 St SW
Big Rock: It’s not for kids!
Religious Advisor: Dementia
Attendance: 41

Geezer Crossing

Old people and babies have so much in common!  They both like their food mushed up or liquid, both crave attention, neither get sex anymore, and they both have all the time they want to do whatever they feel…  Only in this case, our old people are underemployed and desperate for something, anything to do… maybe even set a trail for the hash!

So it became that Rubbermade, Skewbic Hare, Roaring Nancy and Comes and Goes set the way for the hash.  Clearly a trail set by someone with LOTS of time on their hands.  A long trail, with looooong check backs, including one with a playground marked at its terminus, and a “PG” mark just in case you weren’t sure what it was you were viewing.

That particular check back motivated Master Beater, drunk with the power of being selected into the choir with Hardly and Daisy Duke, to belt out “Shitty Trail” to the miffed chagrin of the hares

Ms. Dementia (who in a very appropriate demonstration in the circle when she paused to try to remember her own name), served out the very much needed Religion to the Hash.

We had another blessed visit from Prom Night Dumpster Baby, and a return of archive Canine Jelly (we think, she’s not very sure she is herself). Comes and Goes’ spawn Nick, with friend Alex came along to show that cowboy boots and deck shoes not only belong together, they belong hashing together!

With the hash getting served by the hares, apparently our kennel has taken it upon itself to serve itself…

Mucky Dip “found” a purse and returned it to the rightful owner (minus the cash is the rumour heard)

Not Too Deep decided she should have special privileges and stopped mid-trail to use some poor shop owner’s washroom

Cocktail decided it was a great idea to serve himself some ice cream while waiting for Not Too Deep

Can You Hear Me Now gave something to someone.  It doesn’t matter what it was, because he changed his mind and took it back anyway

Skewbic Hare served himself high end beer.  Apparently having no job pays WAY better than anyone could have imagined??

Shakesbeer either served himself to, or “picked up” a fancy new pair of shoes…  Dementia thought they were slippers worthy of drinking from, which he did

Shirley served it up both ways

Sheila served herself to some pump and schwing

_____ couldn’t bear to just run along with the rules, and instead brought along technology to serve advantage

Shakesbeer showed up at the playground serving up his 1 inch worm to everyone

Daisy Duke serves no one.  To prove it, he flipped off Master Beater and Hardly with both hands from across the road when he realized they had used him to find the check back

Tight Lips and Hot Cheeks considered serving themselves up to a hot runner along the trail

Nick and Alex paced themselves…  only helping themselves to one drug at a time

A new name was served upon a poor unnamed hasher.  I wish I could remember the new name, but alas, its not to be.

Finally, in recognition of the night where the lazy bums who really need to get a job set a trail where the arrows couldn’t even be relied upon, the hares were downed for following what appears to be a new mantra for the Calgary kennel, “Helping you help yourself”

The hash helped themselves to all the free beer left at the end, and I helped myself out of there.

Practically every week I write it, only to write it again…  How could it get any worse?!

On-On!

Master Beater

#1799 – Dutch King’s Nite

Hares: Daisy Duke, Can You Hear Me Now
Where: Sideline Bar & Grill
Big Rock: Cheap and Plentiful,
Really Cheap and Really Plentiful
Religious Advisor: Abandoned Pussy
Attendance: 49

Daisy Duke's Woodies

See photos from the Run!

Dutch Treat!

The hash was vibrating with more excitement than one of Rubbermade’s toys.  Seldom has the colour orange glared so brightly, so loudly, and so obnoxiously!  Hares Daisy Duke and Can You Hear Me Now had declared it a Dutch King run, and the Calgary kennel responded in numbers and one very loud colour!

In the circle, there was a masked unknown hasher, and a couple archives that trucked up to see whether hash was now cool… of course we are still not.  Hopefully they will keep coming back anyway. Rubbermade held control sternly for about 20 seconds – a new PB for her, and worth noting!

Daisy sent a bottle around of something that he declared older than the hills.  There is a reason we as a species evolve, and one swig of that ancient elixir reminded us that we are so fortunate today to have so many other booze choices.  But then I don’t think I’m Dutch, and I don’t make a habit of munching on rolled up pickled herring either…

The trail (for the 5 hashers who followed the true trail) offered the unique opportunity to boulder and enjoy the riverside.  100 other members of the hash however, decided “not so much” and dodged Daisy’s trail, leaving Spittin Balls, Bare Down There, Flashpants, Pyro, Roaring Nancy, and Master Beater having to catch up the rest of the night.  A nicely set trail, on a very nice weather night, by a couple of very nice hares, with nice cold Big Rock at the Regroup. How nice.

Everyone’s pleasant respite was suddenly interrupted however by a camper trailer rocking, hopping, and swaying – finally none other than Auntie Frank came sauntering out with Princess Monkey Spanker and Knight Stalker.  Everyone seemed happy, they must have had a nice time.

Abandoned Pussy had the honours of handing out the much needed religion, and her horniness!   Her choir was the menagerie of Menage A Trois, King Shit,and Aunty Frank

Apparently AP had Hardley inside her and it resulted in a lot of other good things happening

There was an interlube as AP considered eating Master Beater’s ass out

There was apparent jealously over Frigid Beaver lining up a John by phone on the corner

Rubbermade and Romeo were first done (of no surprise to anyone)

Running Dry had complained so much she has been left out of anniversary runs, we celebrated her… 36th run??  WTF??

Dementia apparently brought her cheap dildo to the hash, which had something to do with Men O Pause…

…As Men O Pause was seen running down the street with Dementia’s hash mutt, leading to the natural question, who’s the bitch in this picture?

Sneevil’s shirt was recognized with her in it

And Pink Meat was recognized for how much she filled her shirt that night

Master Beater stared in wonderment at the view point, completely unable to fathom what was so view-worthy.  Right there under his nose was Bare Down There – completely missed it.  Thankfully, she unveiled herself the incredible view, providing clarity to Beater

I’ve seen (and thankfully only heard about) some pretty awful things go into Hasher and Harrierette mouths before – but Princess Monkey Spanker, Can You Hear me Now, and Daisy Duke all swallowed down huge rolls of pickled herring.  No one knows why, we are pretty sure that no one wants to know why either

Ending the night was Buried Pleasure putting on a clinic on how to down the 250 runs half yard.  It was an impressive display of swallowing I must say in complete admiration!

On On!

Master Beater

#1798 – Cheeky Dry Beaver Run

Hares : Hot Cheeks, Running Dry, Frigid Beaver
Where: Lighthouse Pub
Big Rock: It’s 4/20! Chill with a cool one, dude
Religious Advisor: Rasta Beater
Attendance: 38

Hashers getting higher

See photos from the Run!

The hash gathered at one of the hash favorite venues, The Lighthouse – REAL discounts on beer, friendly service, and a place to call our own – thank you Lighthouse for all you do!

The trail set by a pack of our favourite harrierettes, Frigid Beaver, Running Dry, and Hot Cheeks, and a very excellent night for hashing.

On top of all this – it was 420, and Dementia asked another cousin of Master Beater (Rasta Beater) to fill in.  It takes one to know one, and a stoner can see a stoner right off…

Romeo was downed for rolling up to the hash in his stoner van , disappearing in the back for a while before emerging for circle up… hmmm.

Spreadworthy must have already been wasted to toss half of her perfectly good beer down the sewer.  She received a replacement and drank it fully under the watchful eyes of the hash.

Lay Em in Snow’s mutt definitely must have been shot-gunning some second hand or found a special brownie, as she took a dump in the middle of the busy street.

Stoned hipster Goes Both Ways showed his lack of comprehension of time, clean shaven in the Winter, and growing a beard for Summer… weird.

Dirty Girl and Men O Pause wandered off the edge of a cliff, weren’t seen for while… and then reappeared… smiling.  Drugs lead to sex.

Baby was so stoned, we didn’t hear the horn half of the night as the hash horn was wandering about off trail… stoned I bet.

Men O pause was dazed and lost the rest of the night.

Pull My Woody exhibited a sure sign of a stoner, looking to sell anything he could for his next score, soliciting Master Beater to sell him car parts from his totaled Subaru.

Krusty showed up late… typical for someone always carrying around the pipe.

Running Dry in her probably drug-induced state, set her marks every 10 feet.  The other hares helped steer her the right way, and rubbed out the excessive marks.  This became ironic as her co-hares Hot Cheeks and Frigid Beaver supposedly being the “guides”, ran the hash near the shiggy, but never into it.  It was like parading a pot head by a field of weed, and not stopping to have a toke – HASH SHITS to both hares generously donated by Lofty Prancer and Abandoned Pussy.

Dastardly had a bad trip, and was heard commenting, “there are no winners”. Implying of course in the ears of Rasta Beater that the hashers in the Calgary kennel apparently are losers?  Drugs sometimes cause mood swings.

Frigid Beaver happily celebrated 50 runs!  YEA!!!

Rubbermade rightly corrected the R.A. that the new boots had been forgotten, which she received a down-down reward for…  and then wrongly didn’t carry her hash shit at the hash, for which she drank again in punishment.

Finally, Rasta Beater declared the hash “on the spliff”, and merriment followed.  (Or at least munching and beer).

On-On!

– Master Beater

 

1798 - Ya mon! It is 4/20 today (Master Beater and Romeo)

 

Granny Panties in a knot?

1798 - Running Dry and her bright beer socks