Hash Trash #158 – Panties Panties Everywhere

Okay so I’ve been a huge slacker. I’ve only been averaging about 3 lays a week…..oh yea and I haven’t been keeping up with my hash trash lately either. But don’t you worry it was only a tiny hiatus and now I’m back and it’s gonna be goood don’t you worry. Last Thursday’s hash was lacy, tightie-whitey, briefs, and boxers. Thankfully there were no Granny Panties….. Yup all you wankers took my threat seriously and everyone was out in full theme for Tidy Bowl’s Underwear Birthday Hash. Even Game Ovary made it ON TIME for once! We took off from … Continue ReadingHash Trash #158 – Panties Panties Everywhere

Hash Trash – I’m naked underneath

Ya know for a Naked Theme, I surprisingly only saw one pair of tits the entire trail (thank you Lick A Lotta Cock, those are some Damn Good Tits). Even Enough Already was covered from head to toe! So last night Wax On Whacks Off and Just Aaron “Eyes up here” took us on a long predictably lay through Mid City and City Park area. I’m pretty sure Whacks off laid a similar trail on his virgin lay not tooo long ago if I remember correctly, that cemetery looked verrry familiar…. but with 8 lays a week who can remember … Continue ReadingHash Trash – I’m naked underneath

#137 – Who’s Haring?

So, due to a bit of a snafu on my part, it looks like I’m haring this week. But I won’t be the only one! That’s right kids! Three hares for the price of one! “What?” I hear you say? How is this possible? Well, here’s how this little experiment is going to work: I’ll lay trail the first half of the first leg – and then stop. whoever is FRB takes over, making their own way to the designated beer stop. Rinse, repeat for the second half of trail. Let’s see if we can do this without needing to … Continue Reading#137 – Who’s Haring?

Beach Near!

Unfortunately, Udder and I didn’t get any photos from our hash up a gorram mountain with Aloha HHH, we still snapped a few photos just for you, our beloved VooDoo: Beach Near! huh huh huh huh… What? Fuck you, I’ll hash on the plane if I want.

Hash Trash

If you haven’t been around since the camp out, you’ve missed a lot. Pictures of the wedding hash means Udderly ReTiTulous has to explain to her future horrors one day why Pastor Bait-her thought it was important to run around New Orleans in a white dress and get drunk a day before they celebrated holy mattress monkey. Last Thursday signified the end of their ability to come and go as they pleased, of freely ogling members of the opposite sex, of innocently flirting without repercussion, and of making that monumental decision, “Should I go to the hash?” without first wondering … Continue ReadingHash Trash