Hares: Nev-R-Bin [X] and her daddy Stool Stuffer Where: Paskapoo Slopes, Calgary, AB Directions: SW Calgary near Calgary Olympic Park. RA: Hump the Shark Attendance: 25
This Pride Themed run had everything to make all of us proud: the hares took us up and down (and up again) delightful trails and the pack had the athleticism to keep up! Yay us.
Most people remembered to wear rainbow coloured gear but Abandoned Pussy had the foresight to bring her rainbow markers to adorn the losers who forgot.
Karate KlitHot CheeksThe Cool CatsDark Side of the MoonLosers: Exhibit ALoser: Exhibit BThe hares
Hares: Business in the Back and co-hare Lazy Cummer Where: Business Office – Business in the Back, 515/151 (or is it 511?) Scarboro Ave SW, Calgary RA: Booty Camp Attendance: 40
Business is being lured to the “greener” pastures of Regina! Tonight was his last trail with us before he begins is sentence.
Lazy Cummer and Business in the Back
This trail might as well have been called :Two dicks, one trail. Not just because of the hares (although they *are* a couple of assholes) but also because they cleverly shaped their trail as a couple of dicks (one big, one smaller). I wonder whose is which?
Now you see it?
Strap-On Crampon was highly offended that the hares didn’t use her dick, which she thought was much better. She had mapped a trail of her own, in the shape of a better-looking penis (in her opinion) but the hares were satisfied with their own misshapen members and disregarded her turgid macrophallus.
The trail was the source of confusion right from the get-go as two separate addresses were listed on the website as the start of the trail. Our Edmontonian visitor took the hareline instructions very literally and went on knocking on some neighbourhood door looking for a “business in the back”? Evidently, this was because some dylsecix hahsre edited the hareline for it. Let’s blame, Skoob. Or King Shit.
The trail was extremely well marked. Some (Skewbie again) complained that it was in fact overmarked. True enough: there were marks every 3 meters, arrows galore and very few checks, which made for very long stretches of straight up running. (Now, if we were interested in training, we’d join the Running Room.) The rationale – said the hares – was that the trail *had* to be long and hard because their penises were erect.
Speaking of other running groups: it was brought to light that Business in the Back has other running friends! “Night Something” is the name of that other running group. We’re not mad, we’re just disappointed.
The trail was an all-around (and straight up up up) fun time. We had archives (Froggy), visitors (Man-AIDS from San Diego and Dark Side of the Moon from Edmonton) and virgins (Sarah and Owen).
Dark Side of the Moon (with Froggy and Man AIDS in the back)our virgins
Why this run wasn’t entitled “Huzzah, PMS is back“, I don’t know 🤷.
Despite the run’s poor name choice, Abandoned Pussy gave us a wonderful trail. It was not too long, not too short, with just the right amount of wetness to keep us moist and refreshed.
This trail saw lots of race-ism (athleticism rather) and sexual offenses:
🚴 The kidlets (Bah Bah Beer, Beer Crusher, Huggy Bear) and Hump the Shark were caught (separately) bike shaming electric bike riders calling them “cheaters”. Not everyone can be as athletic as us, you know. 🍑 Ménage à Trois was seen stripping on trail. ✨🚿 After his first round of chemo, Stool Stuffer’s bodily fluids are so toxic that there can be no golden showers for three days. Lying Sack kindly offered to cover for him for that period of time to avoid Rashy being disappointed. 🌳 Dastardly admitted to going for the bush and going down (and something about it being too hard) 👹 Skewbic Hair was being creepy by luring people into the deep dark woods and he was heard breathing extra hard while running next to a harrierette.
We had two visitors from Vancouver: Nemo and Missing Link. Nemo put us all to shame by being the FRB most of the time. To even it out, Missing Link was DFL.
Runs that occur on the 22nd are tutu (2-2) runs, and most people got the memo (though not all remembered):
Hares: Hot Cheeks and Ménage à Trois Where: Ménage à Trois and Hot Liquor’s back yard RA: Someone appointed by Rashy Bush, maybe her hubby Stool Stuffer? Attendance: 20-ish (TBD)
We are most grateful for a jolly good evening of splendid fun at Lady Ménage and Sir Hot’s wonderful abode.
Our two organizers Lady Ménage and her lady-in-waiting Cheeks set a most marvelous trail which was thoroughly enjoyed by all.
A light supper of Cheet-ohs and Dorit-ohs followed. Guests had the good taste not to behave infra dignitatem, get absolutely blotto and make (complete) asses of themselves. With the exception of his royal highness King Shit, of course*. Luckily, “when drunk, [hashers] often become amorous or maudlin or vomit in public, but they never become truculent.” (Alan S C Ross, Linguistic class-indicators in present-day English, 1954)
*Since this was typed before the event even occurred, it might be utter poppycock. Who knows?
Hares: Boo-Blow (Booty Camp and Snow Blower) Where: Royal Sunalta Park, Calgary, AB On In: Two House Brewing, Calgary AB RA: Snevil Attendance: 23
You know what they say: couples who hash together stay together! These two CH3 superstars met at a Calgary Red Dress event yeeeaaars ago (photographic evidence below) and they are still going strong! Tonight was their anniversary, and what more romantic evening than to set trail and hare together?
Sparks a-flyingWedded blissI see a top hat wearing mouse, walking on his hind legs.
This Bennifer of Hashing set a trail that took us through their old stomping grounds. Kind of like a “Hash down memory lane”.
Here is what the RA Snevil reported back:
· Choir was held by On-in and Dastardly. Such seasoned hashers must have done a fine job of it.
· Snevil was miffed that – week after week – trails continually go past her house and hares have the audacitynot to plan for a regroup there.
· Sexual offense: Harrierette Just-10 Beaver and newbie Just Bill ran down secluded cul de sacs together. Some name ideas were thrown around, possibly relating to his sexual prowess: Just-10 Seconds was a contender… In the end, he remains Just Bill for now.
Bestiality too?
· Liquor Quicker got lost on trail and was ultimately saved by the walkers.
In other news, here is the selection of this week’s most photogenic hashers:
There were other noteworthy moments:
getting ideasHC is just happy to see usdrunkards and gluttonsLying Sack of Shit can levitate (and he’s really really small)The Hash’s soccer moms cheering us on from the sidelines.
Hares: Tighty Whitey Where: Bitter Sisters Brewing Company, Calgary, AB RA: (ex YYC hasher now visitor) Sticky Lips Attendance: 24
So apparently, this was a sponsored run, brought to you by UNTAPPD. WTF is Untappd, you ask?? LMGTFY (Let Me Google That For You).
Hare Tighty Whitey is really into it, and not only does he share his achievements with the Untappd Community, but he also makes sure that the Calgary Hash House Harriers stay abreast of his progress. In case you’re not a part of either of these exclusive groups: he’s approaching unique beer #3500. (I only drink macro-brews myself so I don’t really get it; but it’s a big deal, I guess.)
So to celebrate his love of craft beers and/or OCD, TW set a (probably) most wonderful trail starting from one of Calgary’s breweries!
A bunch of hashers had gone to the Crowsnest Pass for the yearly Grimaldi* Adulting Weekend, so it’s surprising that attendance was still relatively high this Monday.
Anyhoo, the regular snitches and documenters were away so, we have little to work with other than King Shit’s compulsion to take photos of his dog (and other pooches).
“Who’s a pretty boy?” – KS
On On! PMS
* the name has been changed to protect the anonymity of the Hot Cheeks Family. Also, the Grimaldi name is classy and refined, much like those Adulting weekends.
Snevil hadn’t been back from England for a day that she decided to set trail. What a trouper.
We were excited to see special UK marks or for the hare to be speaking with a strange accent but alas, everything was sadly very normal. To be clear, normal isn’t boring. A Snevil normal is…
This scribe relies 100% on the tales and photos of people who actually attended the run. Tales vary in length and girth, depending on whose they are. But this week, Hump the Shark needs to be acknowledged for providing HOT AND READY tales.
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[Hump The Shark] had the pleasure of being RA tonight so [he] figured [he]’d send [me] some notes :
– Tonight was a fantastic shiggy trail by Snevil, balls/muff deep in the Elbow. – we had two visitors, Big Stick from Australia and Banshee from Vancouver – two new boots joined our ranks: Bill brought out by Just Ten Beaver and Sonya brought out by Business In The Back – [Just Ten Beaver and BIB] failed to tell them all the hash rules. Bill “won the hash” with a finishing sprint and Sonya wore a race shirt. – the hash was to vote on who got the hash shit for not teaching the new boots properly. But BIB snuck a beer and was awarded it promptly – we had a fantastic choir of Folk fest volunteers (Booty Camp, Snow Blower, Liquor Lots and AP). They did a rousing rendition of Monty Python’s Philosopher’s Song for Dr Just Ten Beaver – Twisty got crabs on the walking trail (sic [what is this all about??]) – Abandoned Pussy will be known as Wet Pussy after the river crossing until she dries out – Never Been was ratted out by daddy Stoolie for her new shoes – lastly, the recently renamed Can Crusher was in fine crushing form tonight.
Daisy Duke saves the hash (again) by setting trail. Not content with merely setting trail, Daisy set a dooooozie of a trail. He likes ’em long.
He also tasked the pack to track as many penises on trail as possible. He promised to trade alcohol for penises. The walkers had a fun time – or so we’re told.
Because he prefers to give than to receive, Skewbic Hair (with the help of his acolyte Dastardly) gave us the gift of trail, shiggy and skeeters on his own birthday. What a guy.
Skewb’s thunder was stolen a little bit by the fact that Hash God Masterbeater and his lovely Pink Meat came all the way from Oregon for a visit. Not content with just showing his beautiful face, Masterbeater came in a kilt, worn the way God intended it. Photos were taken, but I’m keeping those for myself. 🍑🍆
Other Archives were Burps McGee & Broke Back Mount Me.
This is what happened tonight: 👣 Rashy Bush bringing her own handcuffs to the hash. 👣 Sticky Lips sharing a new hah song with the group. “There’s a Skeeter on my Peter, wack it off”! (Speaking of songs, later that evening, we finally got past 2 verses of the Ol’ El Camino song! An all time high!) 👣 Hump the Shark headed down to the nude beach after LSOS, and both were reported to be smiling even after being thwarted by a back check 👣 Mucky Dip invited this rowdy group back to her place after trail for a party like no other… She definitely is the hostess with the most-ess. 👣 Lof-T Prancer has been found to like it on the rear. Not that there is anything wrong with that. 👣 Insane Bolt passed on the Hash Shit to Camshaft for running right past a check back. 👣 Karen found the ruckus caused by the pack to be quite unpleasant but couldn’t locate the manager to express her discuntent. 👣 Bashers Fog Horney & Chick Lick made an appearance to honour Skewbie (and no doubt to take a peek under Masterbeater’s kilt) 👣 StoolStuffer earned the most beer credits on trail based on technology-confirmed data: he had the longest one.
We had a few charges tonight: – against Men O Pause for his attire. Pink Meat wants a volunteer to help him gear up for hash. – against Karate Klit from Lying Sack of Shit. KK was running at the front and falsely cried check back. It must have been the excitement of being FRB… as she is more accustomed to being DFL.
Snevil’s map was being quite explicit with me…shiggy cum mosquito breeding groundNice catch!Small and TallMaybe Chick Lit did take a peek under MB’s kilt?Where are your hands, Pink Meat??For liking it in the back (not that there’s anything wrong with that)Men O Pause’s Fashion Faux-PasCould this guy be any cuter??The passing of the Hash ShitPink Meat knows how to handle woodArchivesMore archives
On On! PMS (with the help of Slippy Thong’s very detailed notes) Photo credits: Pink Meat, King Shit, Skewbic Hair, Snevil
Hashers who deigned grace us with their presence (archives): Insane Bolt, Lof-T Prancer, Liquor Quicker (hare AND archive? Am I reading this right?)
We had a visitor from Switzerland: Bern Balls (why not Rug Bern, I wonder?)
The following hashers (human and dog alike) were awarded the “Dirtiest” Award: Dastardly (human) and Poppy (dog)
We had a series of “Dog Sluts”. It turns out that a variety of offenses will warrant you getting this title. When one dog slut drinks, all dog sluts drink!! – Just-10 Beaver was named dog slut extraordinaire. She earned the titled because despite having no dog of her own, she brought dog treats to the run. She volunteered to run with Maverick, whom Liquor Lots is dog sitting. She even ran back 200m down the trail from on-in with a poo bag to pick up after it. What a star. – Lof-T also ran with Maverick for a bit. – Twisty raved about her daughter’s new puppy.
Blue Balls left before he could be downed. He needed to be punished for leading the walkers astray, and had to be dragged back by the hare.
Sexual Offense: Twisty was complaining about elliptical trainers. She doesn’t like to spread her legs that wide (that’s NOT what Hardly says).
Just Matt was named Sheep Skate: when cumming to pay for hash cash, he was a Toonie short. He had to rely on a pensioner on a fixed income (King Shit) to pay the rest!
DFLs : Stoolie, Dastardly, Bern Balls were dead fucking last. Liquor Quicker swept the trail and was significantly slowed down but their lack of athleticism.
Thank you for the detailed notes King Shit! And thank you Skewb for the photos.
The choir master and photog’ extraordinaireThe haresDog sluts!another dog slutKing Shit’s favourite joke: PBR is like sex in a canoe – fucking close to water!
ON ON! PMS
A Drinking Club with a Running Problem — The Calgary Hash House Harriers