Absolutely Fucking Clueless 17- Active X 26- Arseholeo 60- Arseaholic 144- Ball Ringer 169- Bam Bam 87- Bangka Blower 74- Barbie Doll 107- Beetroot Head 10- Bell End 151- Burl Ives 56- Bush Woman 134- Cabbage Flaps 60- Cabbage Head 11- Cabbage Knievel 61- Chucky 18- Colonel Cornhole 45- Crack My Coccyx 47- Crazy Pussy 13- Dirty Pussy 53- E.T. 42- Festering Streaker 68- Florence Nightly 9- G.I. Joe 187- Greyhound 113- Hobbit 127- Horse 29- Jellobutt 145- Kee Mah 28- Knob Marley 31- Lord Lucan 209- Marathon Man 2- Miss Use Me 52- Mrs Head 99- My Precious 81- Naughty Nat 24- Neville Again 6- Phoney Cunt 6- Pink A Boo 5- Pussy Snatcher 41- Rabbit Shooter 6- Really Sadistic Bastard 183- Rear Gunner 27- Robbing Bastard 41- Rumpled Foreskin 97- Sheik Bin Shaggin 190- Skiing Fin 8- Spaghetti Head 82- Squeeze My Tube 121- Thats The One 112- Torpedo Tits 17- Try A Fuck 44- V.V. 123- Dear 1- Pon Supapera 1- Nisarat Tripp 4- Bot Wanthikul 2- Morn Wanthikul 1- Arnmanee Sasinimol 1

Check out the opening run photo.

What an idyllic view from the A-site. A big hand to the hares, VV and Dirty Pussy, for finding another great A-site. Too bad the owner had to show up and almost spoil our fun; all because of a rather small omission on the hares’ part of not getting permission to use the site. But our ace negotiator Mrs. Head soon had us back in the owner’s good graces. I think her secret weapon is the threat of having Spag Head tell a joke if the owner didn’t let us stay.

And so began run #221, the Hangover Hash. Signups were handled by our very capable G.I. Joe and an anonymous hasher hiding under a towel who looks a lot like Squeeze My Tube. The first circle is called. Virgins Dear and Mot are introduced. Active X is reminded by our esteemed GM Rumpled Foreskin to pass on his horn and bell at the end of the run. The hares do their thing; explaining paper, checks, back checks and something about the right hand and the left hand for the runners and walkers trails.

The pack is sent on their way and in short order we found the signature VV water on trail, or more accurately a ditch of green slime which Pussy Snatcher promptly fell into. Where’s the Hash Medic when you need one? Oh yeah, sitting in green slime.

As promised by the hares, the trail was flat and well laid. No FT’s, but they put to good use back checks to keep the pack together. Checks as usual were well guarded by Jellobutt. And G.I. Joe was once again proud that his GPS showed he ran in circles farther than anyone else.

In under an hour the pack was back at the A-site and nursing their hangovers with Bloody Marys, or I should say most of the pack. It seems a few runners had lost their way, but the general consensus was “good, more Bloody Marys and beer for the rest of us”.

Around sunset the lost ones, Colonel Cornhole, Arseholeo, Kee Mah and Crazy Pussy came stumbling into the A-site. Wonder what Horse thought of the ear to ear grin CP was sporting on her return.

After a bit of socializing food was served and the second circle started. Much beer was consumed, ice sat upon and singing heard.

If you want to know more about what happens in the circle, come to the next run, run #222, the Tu Tu run hared by Colonel Cornhole and Pussy Snatcher. If you’re wondering what to wear, talk to our new Hash Seamstress, Lord Lucan.

On On

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