2193 – Contain’er or Not?

Hares : Dastardly, Lay’Em, and Karate Klit
Where: Container Site, Calgary
Attendance : 22

Karate Klit, Lay’em in Snow and Dastardly set a most wonderful trail through scenic and hip Sunnyside.

Camshaft succinctly summarized the trail in these words: “The hares took the runners all over the area, including going onto the Rosedale Ridge, then back down the f’ing hill to the north side of Sunnyside then across 10th street back up the f’ing hill to the south SAIT parking lot back down a goat trail to Riley Park, then crossing into Hilhurst, then over to the Bow River and across the bridge. Eventually the runners ended up back in Sunnyside to try find the elusive TVP for a big tree view point.”

Woah, that description took almost as long to read than it did for the pack to run the actual trail! And that trail was over 7kms of fun!

It was reported that Slippy avoided the “Big Woody” tree because it wasn’t worth her time. It is a well known fact that Slippy does not like big wood. What does boyfriend Lying Sack have to say for himself?

After the run, the pack regrouped by the containers and RA Snevil aptly punishes all evil doers.

2192 – Welcome to the Dark Side

Hares : Tighty Whitey
Where: Woodlands Park, Calgary
Attendance : 27

This was the first run since the end of daylight saving time: “really dark” at the start, the finish, and all the bit in between. In Tighty Whitey’s own words: it was a nice dark run to celebrate that we are alive and able to enjoy the outdoors in the cold and dark!

Tighty Whitey is another one who likes them long and hard. Some claim it was 9k (but Hot Cheeks likes to exaggerate) and others have technological proof that it was in fact 7andabitK (but Liquor Lots may very well have shortcutted. She’s that kind.)

Other grievances include:
? ”There was a lot of straight running. Felt like I was training for a 10km” – Hot Cheeks. Seriously, Tighty Whitey… Who do you think we are? Athletes?
? Tighty Whitey suffered from premature BeerNearing as”Beer Near” was marked 20 mins away from the regroup.
? The hare also didn’t seem to mind endangering the pack and sending them through bear territory. Rumor has it that Strap-On Crampon scared off a grizzly with the threat of a good time.
? On an unrelated note (or is it?), Strap-On Crampon got poked on trail (not the good kind).

On on!
PMS

2191 – Exhausted Teechers Run – is it June yet?

Hares : Ms Cheeks & Ms Pussy
Where: Ramsay Rink, Calgary
Attendance : 22

All over the world, teachers report being ‘June tired,’ even though it’s only October. Luckily for us, our ”tehashers” (teacher-hasher hybrid) have a secret supply of energy just for hashing. And because they’re true leaders, they can even take on haring. Not all heroes wear capes.

Yes, teachers are heroes. They are also assholes. This particular brand of assholes took the pack on a series of long check-backs and past breweries that hashers were not allowed to go in, despite the frigid temperatures.

All was well that ended well though (Hot Cheeks and AP always provide happy endings). The pack regrouped – cold and exhausted – and our more technologically savvy hashers (nerds!) had clocked the run at around 10km.

All 22 hashers got to further cool down with a nice frosty beverage.

On on!
PMS

2190 – Halloweenie Run

Hares : Strap-On Crampon, Hot Cheeks, Business in the Back & Lazy Cummer
Where: Flavelle Park, Calgary, AB
Attendance : 24

This sexy foursome volunteered to hare the ultimate run before Hallowe’en.

Here are some tales from the trail:

? Snevil was short on cash for hash cash and had to duck off trail and do some shady dealings at the gas station to get some.
? Virgin hares Business in the Back and Lazy Cummer laid a splendid trail although there were some complaints that their marks were too small. If their H’s are small, how big can their D’s be?
? In the true spirit of Hallowe’en, Lay ’em got bitten by a rabid creature at the end of trail. See him transition in the next few days and watch your ankles next week!
? More preoccupied by getting to the beer first than anything else, Skewbic Hair abandoned his paramour Mucky Dip in distress with a malfunctioning headlamp.
? We had a visitor this week, all the way from Bermuda! When Bermudans get tired of the nice weather, they come to Calgary – in late October – to spice things up. There are conflicting rumors that he was here evading taxes or some such thing.

On on, and Godspeed!

ofCoqTitty

2189 – Little Erections Run

Hare : Hump the Shark
Where: Baker Park boat launch, Calgary, AB
Attendance : 25

Does the run title “Little Erections” refer to the mayoral elections held this Monday? Does it refer to the fact that – as per his own admission – the hare “finally managed to get it up today”? He even posted photos online . And he did buy a whole boxful of widgets to help him get there – see below.

This was a trail full of sexual offenses of all kinds:

? Walkers enjoyed themselves thoroughly (or did they? There is some talk of a lack of being turned on because of “buttons” not being fiddled right).

? Because Hump the Shark knows that everyone likes wood(s) (particularly dark wood) and everyone likes it deep, he set a trail that delivered on all fronts and there was much rejoicing:


? Skewbic Hair tripped and landed rear end first on Slippy’s head, thus achieving his lifelong goal of sitting on a harrierette’s face (other than his wife).

? To further sex things up, the hare even had his special “sexy time” red-light district headlamp on.

Meanwhile, back at the parking lot, some non-consensual dicking happened. See for yourselves:

In other non-sexual stories: the Hardster (Hardly and Twisted Sister) provided snacks for everyone, and virgin RA Liquor Lots – along with co-RA Twisty – ensured her BFF OPP was attributed the hash shit (deservedly, no doubt, but for reasons unknown to the scribe)

Lof-T is pouting because:
a) It’s Funyuns he wanted, NOT sour cream and onion chips.
b) He accidentally sat on his chips.
c) He wanted Skewbic Hair to sit on his face, not Slippy’s.

(ɔ ɟo ǝpᴉs ɐ ɥʇᴉʍ ʎlqɐqoɹd) (q :ɹǝʍsuɐ

On out!
PMS

2188 – Thanksgiving Run – Turkey Trail

Hares : Pyro and Liquor Quicker
Where: Tuscany Tim Horton’s
Attendance : 13

The health measures and current Covid situations being what they are, our annual Thanksgiving Run did not include the usual potluck turkey feast. Still, in its place, Pyro and Liquor Quicker offered to provide us with a Turkey trail* instead.

It was cold. Too cold for most people to take pictures, apparently. One person did take pictures and they both feature Insane Bolt who did NOT experience shrinkage in the cold, au contraire! Just look at that bulge!

Milestones were celebrated in style, by our very own bard Dastardly. He fancied himself as a bit of a poet and treated the attendees to limericks (or something approaching limericks). Here they are, recorded for posterity on the information superhighway:

Slippy Thong – 100
Lying Sack – 300

Some of you may enjoy multiple O’s
But there is a couple here we all know
Don’t Follow convention
And names I now mention
Because she came three times less than her beau

Skewbic Hare – 969

So you want to do two at a time
But wonder how it’s best to align?
Or what’s the best ratio
For doing fellatio?
Then ask one who’s done nine sixty-nine

On on!
PMS

*Hares can choose to set trails with Turkey / Eagle Splits, which are two ways to get to the same place. Turkey is easier and/or shorter. Eagle is longer and/or more challenging. Because it’s Thanksgiving, our gracious hares may only set a Turkey trail?? Still, it’s Pyro we’re talking about and his Turkey may very well be another hare’s Eagle, so…

2187 – Liquor Lots’s Birthday Bonanza Extravaganza

Hares : OPP and Liquor Lots
Where: Liquor Lots’s Lair, Erlton, Calgary
Attendance : 26

OoooOoooh, tonight’s run looks like it was – in Hot Cheeks’s words – a GOODR. She is a little biased though, as she was (as per her own recounting of events) the ?WIENER?. Hashing being a strictly non-competitive … errr… “sport” (?), she got punished for her race-ism.

Our two hares provided us with a beauty of a trail and delivered on the weather too! There were stairs, ups and downs, bushwhacking and a ton of checkbacks which kept the front running bastards in check(back)! Because … you know… fall, headlamps are no longer optional. Slippy Thong didn’t get that memo and apparently got lost in the bush. Race-ist Hot Cheeks pointed out that Slippy was Dead Fucking Last by a good twenty minute margin. ?(Here’s Slippy’s participation ribbon)

Look at this beautiful round number of km’s. Ooooooh baby. ?

OPP and birthday girl Liquor Lots (Hashy Birthday, Fuck You!)

On Out,

Cheers!

PMS

(don’t forget me!)

2185 – Yummy Kippers Run & Erections!

Hares : Twisted Sister and Hardly
Where: Beddington Theatre Arts Centre, Calgary
Attendance : 26 + a baby (for all candidates to kiss)

Monday was Erections Day! The main erection being – of course – the nomination and advent of the hash’s new mismanagement team: a bunch of inept misfits, doing a job they don’t really want to do for very little recognition.

Your new mismanagement, in reverse order of importance, are:

Hashmaster(s) — Our glorious leaders: Lay Em in Snow & Skewbic Hair
Jointmaster Booty Camp
Sexitary King Shit
Under The Influencer — (anti) social media stuff Nev-R-bin _____
Religious Advisor Coordinator Rashy Bush
Haberdasher aka. Hash Trash Daisy Duke
Awardinator Daisy Duke
Beer Meister Stool Stuffer
Beer Wench Snow Blower & Hump The Shark
Hash Cash Slippy Thong, Hot Cheeks & Mmm… Ladyfingers
Übergeek (Webmaster) King Shit
Üntergeek (ass. Webmaster) Skewbic Hair, Snevil, Sucks Everything & Abandoned Pussy
Hash Horn Baby & Daisy Duke
International Membership Recruiter and Remote Scribe Princess Monkey Spanker

But before that, trail was set and, like for every erections, marked with little fishies. Beers and goldfish crackers were also part of the event.

On-on!
PMS

2184 – Oh, HILL NO!!

Hares : The BooBlow (Booty Camp and Snow Blower)
Where: Felker Park, Calgary
Attendance : 27.5 (27 + one half pint)

The Hash’s loudest burpers stepped up to the plate again and gave us the gift of trail. One that could be followed to boot! Thank you.

There are a few pictures available of this week’s trail, although Stool Stuffer’s meat stole the show on the Facebook feed.

A.P did not get the red shirt memo.

This virgin very bravely brought his very small child to his first hash. “What’s the worst that can happen?”

Could Booty Camp *be* any more beautiful? I think not.

And now for the main event: Stooly’s meat.

On out!

Wish you were here,
PMS

A Drinking Club with a Running Problem — The Calgary Hash House Harriers