The hash is a drinking club with a running problem, so feel free to drink and run. However, we do not support drinking and driving so have a designated driver, call a cab or plan ahead to get home safely if you have been drinking - there are more fun ways to get to play with handcuffs. We hash EVERY Thursday night at 7, rain or shine, CST or CDT. So bring a dollar and a six-pack of beer, and join us for the fun!
Make sure to also bring a whistle, a flashlight (it helps), and a sense of humor. For slightly more info, read about the VooDoo.
Last Night I always like it when Dicks a Flava and Fried Chicken Snatch hare. The trails usually end up being pretty damn good, even if they do pre-lay parts of it. But for the Flying Spaghetti Monster’s Noodly Appendages’ sake. Can you fucking please stop putting circle on the front lawn of million dollar […]
Turns out Just Rachel AND myself both wrote hash trashes for last night’s trail. Great minds drink– I mean, think alike! Just Rachel was evidently far more sober than I was when writing mine. Read ’em and weep! ————————————– Happy New Year! You have a clean slate to sully up for 2012, so gear up […]
Tags: Everything Butt Sex
Laser tag was full of shenanigans, and if you wanked out on this one, well, fuck you. Our defacto RA for the night, Just Terry (who admitted his nickname was Tea Bag), was pretty awesome at letting us break most of the rules of laser tag: No Climbing No running No foul language No hitting […]
If you missed InterAmericas, you missed a great time, including some things like: – 1300 something hashers (of the 1500 originally rego’d), thus far the biggest IAH yet! The male/female ratio was about even, and over 50% were hashers above the age of 50. You’re never too old to hash! – 200 kegs PLUS 100 […]
Thanks for a great hash last Thursday. All the north shore virgins are going back to their soccer mom lives forever changed. They have already figured out a rotating carpool schedule, and posted it on their refridgerators. A special shout out goes out to Atomic Dyke from Baton Rouge, for letting us see her goods […]
