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| 1000 | PFH3 1000th RUN 11/15/16
I was there
We had beer, fun and debauchery.
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| 999 | PFH3 999th RUN 11/14/16 |
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| 900 | PFH3 900th RUN @ TBA 7/3/13 |
| 899 | TBA |
| 898 | TBA |
| 897 | PFH3 13th Birthday Party @ the Highlander 6/19/13 |
| 896 | Mismanagement Meeting @ the Pavilion, North Augusta |
| 895 | Bozo @ the Soccer Fields, North Augusta |
| 894 | Chainsaw Masochist @ MiRancho, Downtown |
| 893 | Saturday BASH began at Bozo's with a light turnout. A short trek around North Augusta brewed a thirst which was quenched with many beers. |
| 892 | Dead Peter Beater & NN Carla @ the TravelLodge Inn on Scott Nixon Rd |
| 891 | Chainsaw Masochist @ Vallarta's, Wrightsboro Rd. |
| 890 | Bozo @ the Highlander |
| 889 | Foreskin King @ the First Round |
| 888 | Saturday BASH began at Bozo's with a light turnout. A short trek around North Augusta brewed a thirst which was quenched with many beers. |
| 887 | Big Lebowski Run @ Brunswick Lanes with the Dude & Fags |
| 886 | Saturday BASH began at Bozo's with a light turnout. A short trek around North Augusta brewed a thirst which was quenched with many beers. |
| 885 | Saturday BASH began at Bozo's with a light turnout. A short trek around North Augusta brewed a thirst which was quenched with many beers. |
| 884 | Saturday BASH began at Bozo's with a light turnout. A short trek around North Augusta brewed a thirst which was quenched with many beers. |
| 883 | Saturday BASH began at Bozo's with a light turnout. A short trek around North Augusta brewed a thirst which was quenched with many beers. |
| 882 | Saturday BASH began at Bozo's with a light turnout. A short trek around North Augusta brewed a thirst which was quenched with many beers. |
| 881 | Hares: Dead Peter Beater (and her sub-contractors) Pack: Chainsaw Masochist, Trail of Snail, Fartophile, Drama Queen Bitch, Cream of Sheep, Driving Miss Blowback, NNMiranda, NNDavid, Mani-Shove-itz Early Out: Damsel in Distress and Volunteer Queer (who may or may not still be rolling down Belair Road – keep an eye out) Late arrival: IHOP and DPB’s friend from Boston Virgins: NNEvelyn and NNHatley Dead Peter Beater’s trails are notoriously… well, they are notoriously notorious. Tonight was no different. After a few mystery pitchers at the Backyard Tavern we set off in search of flour. No, wait, that’s not right. We were looking for chalk. Eh….not quite. What were we supposed to follow? Oh, yes, I remember. We were on the hunt for cat food. Meow mix in the woods. What could possibly go wrong? With a sub-contracted trail ahead of us, and DPB right beside us, we quickly realized no one in Columbia County must have access to garbage cans so they just throw everything on the ground. TV boxes, broken GPS units, reese’s wrappers. It just all goes outside. No real harm in that, right? Environment Schmironment. So with a nearly -5 rating on the shiggy scale we casually strolled through the refuse laden ATV paths and found the first beer stop. Our lazy virgins refused to carry any leftover beer so we were forced (forced I say!) to finish the Natty Light and Icehouse so generously left for us. On-on to the subdivision we went! After a quick shot stop and bathroom break at DPB’s house we followed the cat food trail to Boston Bob’s house. That may not be his real name…but it suits for story-telling. So deal with it. Boston Bob and IHOP were waiting for us and we had what was left of the beer stop (hahahah) and some shots of Fireball. We trudged back to the start and with the impending rain we had a very short (albeit interesting) circle led by Drama. Our two virgins were unceremoniously inducted into the Peach Fuzz and no one got into a physical fight. Score! So all you squirrels and cats out there….congratulations on your surprise meals! And apologies to DPB’s neighbors for all of the run over animals I’m sure will be littering your streets. But, hey, it’s not like you’re opposed to litter, right? |
| 880 | Saturday BASH began at Bozo's with a light turnout. A short trek around North Augusta brewed a thirst which was quenched with many beers. |
| 879 | Hares: O, Bozo, Where Art Thou? and Hershey Highway Pack: Dildo McBaggins, Jane Doe the Fro Ho, Chainsaw Masochist, Trail of Snail, Stinky Pinky, Rushin’ for Dick, Fartophile, Roofies Taste Like Almonds, Drama Queen Bitch, Cream of Sheep, Driving Miss Blowback Early Out: Volunteer Queer, Dead Peter Beater, PoopNoodle (and her virgin???) Virgin that actually did the hash: NNMiranda The hash met up at Eishenhower Park and before we could even begin opening circle we were visited by a lovely representative from the Richmond County Sheriff’s Department. He advised us to keep our valuables out of sight and lock our car doors! After he left NNMiranda retrieved her beer from underneath the car where she had thrown it. Oh, silly virgins. With a PBR that now tasted a little like motor oil, she settled in for her first hash experience. Bozo and Hershey departed and we all tried in vain to get PoopNoodle’s virgin to stay…but alas, he had too many excuses. We’ll get him next time! After an incredibly long 10 minute wait we quickly set off to find trail. As quickly as we started, we stopped. We had seriously lost trail within 20 yards of where we started. Oh yes, we are really that good. Driving Miss Blowback and NNMiranda scoured the field, Trail of Snail and Cream of Sheep relentlessly searched the train tracks, Dildo McBaggins fruitlessly scoured the subdivision (to the dismay of one loud ass dog) and the rest of the pack hung out under the overpass and watched the sunset. FINALLY the real trail was located and we proceeded to climb the hill as if our life depended on it. When we reached the top the trail of course was found to be at the bottom the whole damn time. So down we went. And not in a good way. In the way that causes you to roll your ankles, claw your way through briars and ultimately, curse the hares. Fast forward through more briars and the nastiest drainage water runoffs you can imagine and we finally located the first BEER HERE. And there was much rejoicing. NNMiranda was tasked with carrying the trash…and subsequently finding the last beer in the bag. Sneaky virgin. We took off again only to find ourselves crawling around the backside (not as fun as it sounds) of the baseball stadium wall. Drama saved Rushin’ from being impaled by the nails and he was renamed Ivan the Impaler for the rest of the night. (Yes, I know it’s technically ‘Vlad the Impaler’…but hey, work with me). Out we popped to the opposite end of the park. We had a congo line and a limbo contest to get under the locked gate. Stinky Pinky won. Because if she doesn’t she will yell at you to ‘BLOW YOUR PIEHOLE’. And no one wants that. Seriously, no one wants that. We stumbled upon the hares that were hiding in the bushes and settled in for the second BEER HERE. Most of us zenned back to start but props to those of you that followed true trail and crossed through the baseball diamond (Chainsaw… we’re talking about you sir.) Overachieving wankers! We circled up under the direction of Trail of Snail and proceeded to turn on each other with hash accusations. Nerd names is always a safe bet and many fell victim to it. NNMiranda was officially presented to the hash and her sponsor (Drama) who had been extra careful in expressing the ‘conduct’ of circle was utterly baffled when after being asked, ‘Who made you cum?’, NNMiranda perfectly curled up her arm and pointed her elbow and said, ‘LISA!’. (hangs my head in shame and walks away) Drinks were finished, the pack dispersed, On-After was held at Wild Wings, and that’s all Jack! P.S. Don’t forget to Rego for GREEN JACKET before April 1st if you want your swag!!! |
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| 866 | The PFH3 Anal Mismanagement Meeting was a tremendous success with almost twenty eager wankers in attendance ready to get on with a new year of hashing, and we all look forward to a kick-ass Green Jacket Run this year, which was a major topic of conversation. Much progress was made, but you will have to cum to find out what we've got in store for this year. On-on to the GJR! |
| 865 | A small but thirsty band of wankers gathered at Chainsaw Masochist's abode for a long and hilly trail through the damp cold in the middle of flu season. There were three well provided beer stops hidden about a quaint North Augusta neighborhood.. Most hashers picked up the influenza bug somewhere on trail and went home with a buzz and woke up feeling sawed-off. Hotdogs and a fire was provided for trail survivors and a good time was had by all. |
| 864 | XXX-Mas Pubcrawl started with blistering and blustering winds and ended with even more cold wind. The pack made its way up Broad Street dipping into Joe's Underground and the Playground before settling in against the elements at our newest most hash friendly pub in dowtown Augusta, the First Round. Several more draughts of the sought after frothy nectar were had before we swang low to a 1950s style musical accompaniment thanks to the karaoke guys. The pack on-aftered at the First Round with a few more pitchers of beer. |
| 863 | Dirty Santa XXX-Mas Party Cumming December 21, 2012 @ First Round Pub, Downtown Augusta, 7pm ...saw a variety of hashers from near and far, including the long awaited return of Pixel Dick. The First Round hosted the Peach Fuzz in grand fashion, providing music and a PA system for the RA to conduct the Dirty Santa Gift Exchange. Everything starts to blurr from there, but Poopnoodle won the free GJR rego by bringing the first gift to be retired. |
| 862 | Bozo @ Pavilion in North Augusta near the Boat Ramp, 7pm December 19, 2012 |
| 861 | I don't know how we made it, but we did! There was shiggy, an attack dog, a water crossing, four beer stops and a shot stop, all while pouring down rain. Those that participated earned their beverages last night! - Trail of Snail; Haha had fun at the run last night Thank You Bozo and Dude and everyone else that showed up :) - Poopnoodle |
| 860 | Well I had a good trail planned out, but since the wankers got lost and never found the 2nd beer stop, we all randevued back to the vehicles where we did circle. And then the 3 remaining hashers that wanted an on-after decided to join me and hike to the 3rd and final beer stop to retrieve the beer and so this is where we decided to have our on after over looking the city sky line. And woods in your mouth has decided to take his next lady friend on a date to this location. And where we may have came up with a renaming for whore hey to dude on a pole or takes baskets in the rear. - Chainsaw Masochist; I enjoyed the first leg of trail it was tough as expected . I did Zen back after I lost dude and the rest of the the hashers were still walking around in a small patch of woods it was hilarious about thirty min in that little area. After I finished laughing I did join Chainsaw to the top of the hill it was a cool spot. -Who's Woods In Ya Mouth |
| 859 | This was a fun run in an unfamiliar area for me which was exciting. When we first arrived with my driver No Name Shaggy I noticed a sign that said park closed after dark. When I brought this to the attention of our lovely Hare Jane Doe Fro Ho She said she had just noticed that herself. After consulting with Bozo he put our minds at ease with this statement. "Grovetown police loves us." Maybe thats not verbatim but its pretty damn close. Then its hare away. We had a good turn out considering the location being somewhat of a drive for most of us. Some of the A.U.G. gang came and joined us and brought us a virgin and you know we love that. It was a good mix of shiggy and beaten trail. Dudes drink was strong as hell lol. Thanks for the Malibu Dude you da man. No Cops to be seen Trail a success. We named No Name George who is now to be forever known as WHOREHAYS FOR DONKEY'S . Other suggestions were 3 Men in a potty, Musky Cunt Flies, Cock in a can, Donkey Prom, Dirty pussy piss piss. Thats about all I can remember so until next time fellow hashers... On-On -Who's Woods In Ya Mouth |
| 858 | Saturday BASH at FATS, hared by Bozo was incredibly invigorating riding through the shiggy on wheels, chasing the frothy nectar awaiting at the end. A fine Saturday BASH, may have to do it again next month. |
| 857 | The Turkey Day Pubcrawl was a typical downtown pubcrawl hared by Covergirl through the mean streets of Augusta visiting the hash friendliest of bars in the Southeast. Fat with beer, the pack dispersed at irregular intervals, preparing to get fat on turkey. |
| 856 | Hashgiving was at Cream of sheep and queen drama's place. They were most gracious host. The food was incredible especially the asparagus casserole YUMMY. It was a small gathering and we did have a virgin join us My friend Rajni He'll be doing trail soon if I have anything to say of it. So look out for him and help me make him feel welcome like I know you will. On-on to full bellies with alcohol and grub we retired to the kitchen for cards of which I did not stay for. So to bring this to an end it was an awesome gathering. Thank you to our wonderful host for opening their home to us. Music is a must YO. -Who's Woods in ya Mouth |
| 855 | Cumming: 7pm, Wednesday November 14 - Veterans Day Hash (Military Theme) - Puppycakes & Baglady @ TBA |
| 854 | Cumming: 7pm, Wednesday November 7 - HASH ERECTIONS @ The Highlander |
| 853 | Cumming: 7pm, Wednesday October 31 - 12th Anal PFH3 Red Dress Run - & Halloween Costume Hash |
| 852 | Cumming: 7pm, Saturday October 27 - 12th Anal PFH3 Hashoween Costume Party |
| 851 | Cumming: 7pm, Wednesday October 24 - Stinky Pinky & Rushin' for Dick @ the Parking Lot at Milledge Rd. |
| 850 | PFH3 Fall Cleanup in conjunction with the Augusta Canal at the Peach Fuzz adopted waterfall area went well, with fewer wankers than we hoped for - it was a weekend full of other events, but Bozo and Covergirl cleaned the area, had a lunch at Lake Olmstead and toasted a beer to our efforts - beer donated to the cause by Puppycakes & Baglady who poured their efforts into men on ice, playing with their sticks. A discussion with those in charge yielded the necessary permission for Peach Fuzz to safely hash in that 'protected area' with the blessing of the authorities. |
| 849 | The legendary Slappy visited the Peach Fuzz from nearly a thousand miles away on his reunion tour across the Southeast, and hared a shiggilicious trail with Dead Peter Beater on her 69th haring with the Peach Fuzz. A thirsty pack of almost twenty hounds gathered at the truck parking lot of the Travel Inn on Scott Nixon at Bobby Jones to await the shiggy punishment promised by Slappy & DPB; we blessed the hares, blessed the trail and sent them on their way. Very soon after the pack was away, we found ourselves in the dark, following trail meandering through the shiggy marked by glow-lights to a beerstop well placed across a creek and through the briers. Trail then led out of the woods, down the highway, alongside the freeway, and into the water for another beerstop, where we contemplated the damp, dank, dark and stinky tunnel before us. Alway a fan of the damp, dank, dark, stinky tunnel, the pack charged in, fully erect and eager, penetrating to the other side, climbing through a crack in the shiggy, and found our way back to where we began. A circle celebrated our award winners, punished our hares, and capped the evening for a thirsty pack of hares. We swang low and on-aftered at various locales across the city. |
| 848 | Mismanagement Meeting at the Highlander - announced upcumming Erections, Halloween and other Holiday plans, did some hare-raising, and drank some beer. Details elsewhere on this site. |
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| 842 | Well folks we had a lot of doubters out there this week. There was no hare so Bozo had us draw straws. I thought to myself I don't know if I want to do trail at all I know I'm not up to Haring. But I thought no way out of all these straws would i get the short one. I picked the short one and guess what I'm not a bitch so I stepped up and with My awesome co-hare we laid some good long trail with some heavy steep uphill SHIGGY!! When we popped out of the WOODS we were right infront of the second beer stop. Trust me it was pure dumb luck but lucky it was. Everyone secretly told me they were impressed with my showing and hopefully I gave my co-hare a good first trail haring experience. Which I am proud of now that I think of it...Then we named my co-hare He will forever be known as Loosey Snorebush. Not sure where it came from but when I thought it and then said it out loud it cracked me and TiTT up to the point .... well a lil drop of pee came out. Then it was on to the highlander for on after our hash home. PEACE AND LOVE, ON-ON - Who's Woods In Yo Mouth |
| 841 | A most excellent hash, under the bands of Hurricane Isaac, the trail was hard, and the hounds were wet. Success, all around, I say. As the pack met near the boat ramp in North Augusta, the drizzle turned into drops and the beer into burps. The trail was blessed and Bozo led the pack over the hills and far away, into the shiggy and across the park for a beer stop just out of the bounds of civilization, and well chosen for the disposal can nearby for the carcasses of our dead brews. The next leg of trail started out easy, giving the false sense of security before leading the pack into the dark rainy forest. Emerging from the wood, the beerstop nearby, the hounds took a long needed rest and sipped upon the frothy nectar, and after getting their fill of the beloved sustainance, made their way back to the start along the grueling asphalt greenway. As the pack returned one by one, a fire burned in the bed of Bozo's truck, cold beer awaited on ice, the rain continued to fall, and we welcomed our newest virgins - a hot little honey and some guy...After circle, the pack on-aftered on the spot with some soggy dogs and salty pretzels. A good time was had by all and we look forward to seeing our virgins cum again. |
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| 826 | Takes It In The Tunnel @ Monterrey's, North Augusta (May 30, 2011 - 7pm) |
| 825 | Saturday BASH |
| 824 | Chainsaw Masochist @ Electrastart |
| 823 | B.A.D. @ Mi Rancho's Downtown |
| 822 | It was a rainy afternoon but just as the RA pulled up the clouds cleared and there was much rejoicing. Bloody stool was our hare and lead the pack on somewhat demanding and siggyfied trial through areas surrounding the Finish Line cafe (err...bar ;) We had a medium sized pack in attendance, including returners Kunta Kidney and Fecal Handler. Kunta brought a couple of virgins – NN Barak and NN Jeremy... they were able to keep up, have fun, and drink... thus seem to be hash material. We did circle at the Finish Line parking lot where Cover Girl and the pack named NN Matt. For a variety of reasons (but mostly his way with the “nice young ladies” ) he is now and forevermore known to the hash as “Trail Of Snail”. The on-after was at the Finish Line where a good time was had by all. ON-ON! -XOXO - CG |
| 821 | The run all started on this grand American holiday in the parking lot of Teresa's with a bunch of hashers mulling around and waiting for chalk talk. The semi-famous I.H.O.P. and ? co-hare were blessed with beer and then ran - no, walked off - laying trail. I copped a mean two beer headache and bailed on trail lookin for the first stop. So.... from what I hear trail lead the hounds to a shot stop on I-20 and then cold cervezas and some Mexican karaoke at Mi Rancho's for the second stop! Then on back to the Start/Finish line and more cold beer. Circle was held on the big Deck and Independence was in the air! Drama was had by some hashers, food by others, beer and shots by most. -The Dude Abides |
| 820 | Saturday BASH |
| 819 | This trail Blows Big Balls.... and her young Friend N.N. Roberto laid trail from Eisenhower Park. Seeing as how we had all Paid up and drank all the Pre-lube beer, we were down to ten seconds away from flouring her truck and calling it a wash! But Sweaty Balls came running up just in time. Hares were blessed and cussed By all then off they went. Hounds away soon after for a nice jaunt across the canal and down to the river for some beer out on a rock. Next stop down the bike path an through some shiggy. From here on it gets kinda blurry, but I do remember the cops cruisin by the circle and heckling us to hurry up. As it was ten freaking o clock we swung low and on outta to where ever it is hashers go after a run. -The Dude Abides |
| 818 | This weeks trail was laid by Poopnoodle and NN Jeff from the parkinlot of Costco off of Riverwatch Parkway. Virgin trail and plenty of deep shiggy to get into out there. So we all paid r dues and had a few pre-lube beers while listenin to P-Nizz babble on about chalktalk and sumpin about ketchup!?! Blessed them Hairy Hares and gave em ten mins head(this is were u sing) start.Through the soggy feild and down a muddy slide into some thick prickly shiggy that jammed us all up tight for a few. Think I may have seen Briar rabbit in there or maybe it was just one of the Hares! After we broke through and was movin at a quick pace toward some beer,surprise we found it. Then more shiggy and even more stickerbushes! Fun Fun Fun! Then up a wall and there we were at the second and last beer stop for the night. On-On to the finishline where BBB and some newbie did alittle bump and grind to decide who was FRB. TITT was bridesmaid and urs truly was DFL. Bozo held circle,NN Jeff was reborn as Chainsaw Masochist,we all tried to sing songs and all were happy! Just another borin ole Peach Fuzz trail and another borin ole write up to go along with it. -The Dude abides |
| 817 | Mismanagement Meeting at Bozo's resulted in killing some beers, eating some dogs, and talking about the Peach Fuzz. |
| 816 | 11th Anal Green Jacket Run & Camout |
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| 813 | April 4, 2012 - Titty Not See & Bozo @ Washington Rd. |
| 812 | March 31, 2012 - Saturday BASH |
| 811 | March 28, 2012 - The Dude Hares with NN Leslie |
| 810 | March 24, 2012 - Spring Cleanup! (The Cleanup was cancelled and postponed to a date to be determined later by the Canal Authority - they're not as hearty as us wankers are!) |
| 809 | Run 809 began with beautiful Spring weather and a sprinkling more than a couple of dozen hashers congregating around Pony Show's beer cooloers waiting on the hash to begin. With a gathering of hashers around the hares, Fistful of Fags blessed the hares after chalk-talk, and the hares were away. Crossing the canal bridge and down the trail, into the woods, we found our first beer stop just as the evening light was gone. Then, there we were, in the woods, dark, looking for very conservatively laid hash until we found another BN in the sand which led the pack to our hearily sought refreshments. Deep in the woods, but eerily hardly shiggy, we found our way to the next stop, under the bridge where we continued our debauchery, just without moving, and then we were away back to have a circle - an unusually cohesive and productive circle, despite being led by Fistful of Fags, and after an ice bath in the beer cooler a wanker was named (from here and forever-more) Colored People's Time - because of his timely appearances at the hash. We swang low and on-aftered at Joe's for more beer and shots and bar-food. Tonight's run was Hared by P-Nizz and Wood's in yo mouth from the canal bridge. They were off after a shaky chalk talk and a fancy blessin of the trail and the hounds ten min.s behind them. Trail was short but sweet to the first beer stop and every hound had a brew. We all watched Dyke frolic in the water and then were back on on trail. We were fucked by Poop as Wood ran the beer to the second stop and after much stumblin through the dark shiggy beer was found! Songs were sang and blood had been drawn so off to the last stop we wen.Short and sweet again to the third waterin spot and then on to the finishline. FRD was Dyke and FRV was BBB. Brides maid was PMS and DFL went to Rushin for dick. Circle went good and a new hasher was born. Welcome Colored People Time to the PeachFuzz! - The Dude Abides |
| 808 | March 14, 2012 - Cream of Sheep & Drama Queen Bitch behind Hooters |
| 807 | March 7, 2012 - Dildo McBaggins & Jane Doe at Helga's |
| 806 | February 29, 2012 - PMS & Pony Show at the Highlander |
| 805 | February 22, 2012 - Blows Big Balls & Broke Back Dyke at BBB's Abode |
| 804 | February 15, 2012 - Poopnoodle & Hickory Liquory Cock at Fistful of Fags' Abode |
| 803 | February 11, 2012 - "G"s Hash (Anniversary of the Death of G) hared by Cream of Sheep was a pay-as-you-go downtown pubcrawl which ended up at PMS's abode for drinking and jamming. |
| 802 | Jane Doe Fro Hoe and DQB hared this trail(pub crawl) from Miranchos downtown. I could have followed trail blindfolded since the hounds have been on this trail many times before, but it's a good trail to follow though, beer and titties flowed freely, and I drank myself blind! The Dude Abides |
| 801 | To commemorate the leaving of the Peach Fuzz by Mustbang Sally and the Birthday of Fecal Handler a large gang of Hashers gathered at the abode of Fecal and commenced to celebrate this event. This celebrating was done Peach Fuzz style (lots of drinking and debauchery) and even included trail. No one knows how many showed as drunk hashers can't count that good but it was a lot. And some out of towners too. Even Puppy Cakes and Baglady showed up. Wow!!! Prelube stated at Fecal's on Friday but trail was Saturday. Haring were Mullet Muncher, Pre-OP, and Scoby Snatch, (Charlotte) Trail was A to B with one beer stop where beer was late. Time was passed as hashers do and a Question arised. Does the Headgiver of a Hare on trail make her a Cohare? Anyway beer arived by way of Volunteer Queer and after drinking we headed to the end at the Backyard Tavern. Here Fistfull of Fags did circle and cutomary drinking was done and tearful goodbys and some virgins introduced. On After was at Fecals and hashers were toted back except for one. More beer was drunk and steak was eaten and some chilly. And some property was lost. - Can't Talk |
| 800 | PFH3 800th Run - February 1, 2012 - Run Write-up Cumming Soon! |
| 799 | Covergirl took over harin for Bozo so he could be with his mum in the hospital. Trail was old news and much beer was drank and little runnin was done! The Dude Abides |
| 798 | Volunteer Queer hared this run from the Finish Line Cafe. Leave it to the Queer to Start from the Finish Line. I could not make it regrettable for I heard it was a good and shiggy one. Next time Queer,I promise! The Dude Abides |
| 797 | Blows Big Balls Birthday Hash! |
| 796 | A Mismanagement Meeting was held at the Highlander where lofty ideas were sloshed around with a frothy nectar to come up with a fantastic year of hashing. |
| 795 | New Years Eve was a fantastic all day adventure of hashing, bashing, drinking, celebrating, sweating, shivering, fireworks, and kisses. The day started out with a BASH hared by Bozo which meandered around North Augusta and into downtown for a quenching with the sought after golden nectar. Then on-on back to the Highlander for more beer and singing of songs. We swang low and went home for some rest and to change clothes for the New Years Eve Pub Crawl. Dozens of wankers hooted and hollered through downtown in a blurry mix of bars and brews, pissing away the last few hours of a dismal year with hashers and poofters alike. We all got our obligatory New Years' kisses and started looking for something a little more substantial for the evening. May The Hash Get a Piece! We swang low much to the amusement of onlookers and on-after in the laps of strangers. |
| 794 | Alas, another Dead Peter Beater trail was averted at the last minute and Bozo laid trail from the Highlander, leading a thirsty pack of hounds through familiar territory in their search for beer. Still in the holiday spirit, there was more beer than trail and the pack circled up, swang low, and on-aftered at the Highlander to reflect on a year's worth of hashing. |
| 793 | Dirty Santa XXXMas Party - Well well! This was a night for some to try and forget (live sex show from the porch window) in some ways and a night for others to remember (Mullet losing his car keys cuz some Hole dropped them in a cooler) in others. Dirty Santa party for sure! I had a blast and felt the holiday cheer from all the freakin flare! I do recall Show-Me was half, naw-mostly showin hers in her fancy festive fashion! Thanks Titty-not-see! There were visitors, virgins, and returners and we've all got a story from that night, and to protect the guilty, we'll let them tell their own tales. The Dude Abides P.S. I did find Mullets Keys like a month after the party when I emptied my cooler finally! |
| 792 | The XXXMas Pre-Lube Holiday Pub-Crawl started at the Metro, our hosts of the evening who enticed us with cheap beer that turned out not to be so cheap. Our Hare BoZoClause led the parade of Hashers Dressed in their finest of holiday fashion through downtown. Starting from the Metro we spread much hash holiday cheer. We drank some beer at the Firehouse and slammed some shots at Joe's and another stop at the Playground, then ran back to the Metro for circle inside on the PAand more shots for the RA! Highlights of the night was PoopNoodle chuckin her nog and losing her fruitcake in front of the Metro and the very long wait for Covergirl to get done in the bathroom doing the five knuckle shuffle with no name blondie! They won't soon forget us at the Metro. The Dude Abides |
| 791 | Dude Where's My Crabs and NN Leslie laid trail from his CrabShack into the shiggy across the street and up the hill to the first beer stop. Laid more trail and flirted with my co-hare most of the way to more beer. Ended up back at the start and held circle and then ON-ate some food at the Crabshack! The Dude Abides |
| 790 | Wating on Write-up: December 7, 7pm - IHOP at the Backyard Tavern |
| 789 | Wating on Write-up: November 30, 7pm - Ok, umm, ok...this run was hared by CoverGirl and his sexy snake skin pump wearin' Drama Queen Bitch. It was a great pub crawl with many stops and lots of fun. Since not many of us were there I was probably the only one who didn't win an award. We all drank because it was a DRUNKLORIOUS TIME! ~PoopNoodle |
| 788 | The Saturday BASH featured a kick ass trail at FATS - nuff said. After a lazy start with a little over a half a dozen wankers, the pack wound through the woods, over the hills and far away and started surfing the Brown Wave down to the edge of the river where we stopped for hotdogs and beer and refreshments which were ferried down river for us by canoe. After fully catching a second wind, the pack took off for the second part of the Brown Wave which emptied us back out to our starting position. We stretched out, swang low, and took off for the comforts of home. |
| 787 | This was also a Dead Peter Beater trail! |
| 786 | Well we did it again. Another great Hashgivng for the Peachfuzz but this time hosted by Volunteer Queer. Huge feast to say the least and it was yummy. We even had trail and the Queer hared along with Show Me on what could be called a short reverse trail that started reversed and ended at the start. Fistful of Fags led us in a sit down circle maybe cause he couldn't stand up and circle stuff was done. Then we continued eaten and adrinken. -Can't Talk |
| 785 | This was a Dead Peter Beater trail! |
| 784 | In keeping with the theme of the holiday, Peach Fuzz veteran Puppy Cakes and black ops Chicken Fried Butt Sex led a thirsty pack of hounds on a glorious trail after leavin the hounds with nuttin' but a map and longing for beer. We meandered our way through downtown dodging mines of flour in the hunt for "Charlie" aka the hares and beer. We found and killed a stout pack of little soldiers with much success throughout trail. Circle was held, we toasted our hero's, and then swang low. The Dude Abides |
| 783 | Hash Erections @ the Highlander (November 2, 7pm) See results on the about page. |
| 782 | The 11th anal RDR (& 779th running) of the peach fuzz hash house harriers was supposed to be hared by Dead Peter Beater, but she bailed. So...PMS got erected to be the hare. The run started at Allie Katz, where we were joined by some visitors from SHHH. Thanks to Handicrapped, Broke Dick Mount Him, ButtNutt & Second Class Cunt for joining us. Drama RA'd the chalk talking & it was hare away. (And we learned that Cream has a huge dick.) The hounds followed suit up Washington Road to Rhineharts, just after Handicrapped changed the Burger King sign to read "BK toppers, $0.99." Sure they appreciated that...lol. At Rhineharts, I (Amazon.cum) snared the hare, altho I am sure that he left the bag unattended intentionally. So we made a judgment call that the run would then become a pick up hash. IHOP & I laid the next leg to Teresa's. The hounds assumed the stop would be at Crazy Turks, & well we all know what happens when hounds assume. On the way, the hounds were confused by a YBF that was laid inside the car wash at the 76, & Fecal Handler used technology on trail to call me to ask where to go next....I didn't answer. We enjoyed chips & salsa & cold beer wih frosted mugs at Teresa's, before the next set of hares, Drama & Cream, took off. There was an impromptu shot stop at the knights in, with vodka. PMS was nice enuf to point out that the the puke he experienced tasted better than the vodka. Hares Handicrapped, Broke Dick, & NN Renee laid the very short portion to Crazy Turks. Beer has had, & the GM, Amanda, gave us free upside down pineapple cake shots..yummmmm. MB Sally, PMS, & NN Renee then backtracked over trail back to Allie Katz. The GA/FL game was on so we hung out & enjoyed the Dawg win with beer & jello shots. (GO DAWGS!!) We proceeded back to MB Sally's & held circle, with Drama as the RA. FRB was ummm..Dildo Mcbaggins I think, FBI was Fecal Handler, I was bridesmaid, & have no idea who DFL was. We all drank, swang low, & enjoyed much debauchery til the wee hours of the morning. Dinner was served. Thanks Auntie & lil South, (& maybe Gag, not sure) for the spaghetti, garlic bread, & caesar salad. Thanks Mustbang! I cannot believe I left out Thanks to YOU for hosting such an epic weekend!!! Did I leave out anything? On-love my peach fuzzers!!-on, Amazon.cum |
| 781 | This year the Anal Hashaweeny party was hosted by Mustbang Sally. And everyone showed up in costume. IHOP may have won the prise as the Gay Cop and many played with his toy. Food was had and beer was a plenty. Was even a bonfire.and cooking meat. The band was a jammin no tricks just treats. - Can't Talk |
| 780 | Poopnoodle & Fags led the Bloodhash from the Mi Rancho's parking lot downtown for a Hashoween pre-lube. |
| 779 | A few wankers held a cozy little campout at Lickfork Lake Park, the weather was chilly, the food was great, the beer was flowing...good times. |
| 778 | Foresking King led a pack of thirsty wankers away from our trusty parking lot in downtown Augusta, along Riverwalk and into the Sports Pub for a beer. Then we made our way down Broad Street to the top of the parking deck for White Russians and a pee break, which was the source of our naming for NN Nikki - Don't Go Pissing Waterfalls. We found our way out of the parking maze and back down Broad Street a little further for a stop in a cozy little courtyard. After we got our fill of the frothy nectar, we made our way back to the other end of Riverwalk, where we found another beer stop to quench our thirst. Trail led back to the start where NN Nikki was named alongside NN Burney, who was named Edward Scissorface for her antics in circle. We swang low and on-aftered in different places. |
| 777 | The Peach Fuzz helped out with the Rivers Alive Cleanup with the Savannah Riverkeeper and the Augusta Canal Authority at the Peach Fuzz Waterfall Area of the Augusta Canal. We picked up trash and ate hotdogs provided for all the helpers. Puppycakes, Baglady, Covergirl, Dude Where's My Crabs, PMS, and Bozo were in attendance. |
| 776 | A somewhat small but enthusiastic bunch of hashers showed up at the lake Olmstead Canal parking area and Stinky Pinky and Rushing For Dick were our Hares. We did the usual prelube and the hares attempted to remember trail signs for chalk talk as much time had elapsed since their last Haring. At first trail reminded us of the Pirate Run except there was a whole lot of beer at the beer stops and there were three. We kinda worked our way down to the River and then back with plenty of cold beer on the way. Award winners were contested in circle as Can't Talk was clearly the FRB in spite of his Zenning at the end. Will the Peach Fuzz ever learn? Driving Miss Blowback claimed Bridesmaid and IHOP was DFL Circle conducted by Can't Talk was short and the hares drank for a shitty trail and were joined by award winners. We swang low and left. |
| 775 | NN Nikki & NN Burney hosted a bunch of wankers at their abode in South Augusta. Trail went down the street, along the railroad tracks and into the woods for a beerstop, and then through the shiggy and under the railroad bridge for another stop. WInding our way back to the start, we circled up and started a fire, which was promptly extinguished by a firetruck from the nearby fire station. No trouble or tickets, we were left in the cold darkness to swing low. We welcomed visitors from across the country on their way to Savannah IAH, and we on-aftered in the comfort of our own homes. |
| 774 | Run 774 started with a face full of wieners and buns and ended up with a police escort outta the shiggy. But for about fourteen hashers and a virgin no named Jeff ,it was much much more.Not really Me and P.M.S. laid virgin trail down a hill into some swampy ass shiggy.Then ran trail to an old rest stop and made it or first beer stop.Wet hashers drank beer and bitched about trail as we sneaked off to discumbobulate the hounds with r awesome trail.Out onto some open ground along a most difficult trail up a sheer cliff layin naughty and TITTY checks all the way.As we ran down into the woods and marked the BH,Shocker!We ran into a few cops who were wonderin what the hell was goin on.And we all knows how that ends soooo! We crashed Bozo and Hershey's for circle, who then told us to get the $&#! on and do circle somewhere else other than his front yard. .Soooo we all drove over to the Crab shack and had a wonderful circle by the pond. THE END. -THE DUDE ABIDES |
| 773 | The Saturday Bash was rained out and rescheduled for Sunday, which the weather wasn't that much better but afforded a couple of wankers a cool ride through the shiggy. Bozo and Can't Talk blazed a trail through FATS to the Brown Wave and back for eleven miles through the shiggy on bikes. There was much mud and beer, and a cool-off shower toward the end of trail. Can't Talk took the honors of FRB and DFL, and we on-aftered our broken bodies in the comfort of our dry homes. On-on, Bozo. Only Bozo and Can't Talk showed up for Bash 773 at the Brown Wave Trail and it was wet.and to Can't Talk it was long. We Bashed, we Beered and then rested in the sweet rain and then we went home. -Can't Talk |
| 772 | Poopnoodle and the Dude led a thirsty, sweaty pack of hashers deep into the dark, warm, and moist shiggy for some up and down action, over the mounds and into the tunnel, where we all got a little more warm and a little more moist. The pack quenched their thirst with cold frothy nectar and then proceeded to get back into some more up and down action - and we even did the train before we all got back into the bush for yet more up and down action before we were able to quench our thirst again. After we had all had enough of this warm and moist shiggy bush, we made our way back to where we were all able to quench our thirst one last time, and then we all sang songs and flung accusations. After a full evening of maintaining a firm but rubbery constitution, at the end of the night, we swang low and were happy on our way home. |
| 771 | In spite of the fact that Bloody Stool was Haring Run 771 we had a pretty good turnout. Bloody stool seems to enjoy inflicting pain on the hounds and run 771 was no exception. We met behind Batteries Plus and followed the hare on a 3 1/2 mile treck that seemed more like 5. We crossed Wheeler Rd and the shiggy began but it was mild so as not to scare the hounds off too early. We found cold beer near a deserted church and then continued on down streets where confusing trail was laid. Then the shiggy began again and led us into a long, long, long tunnel. At last the moon appeared and led us to beer again after more shiggy where blood was spilled. We treated our wounds with," cold beer" and began the search for more. Trail led us to a parking lot not far from the Wheeler Rd Waffle house but a Zenner did not find it and beat the hare to the end. Since when does Zenning disqualify one from getting FRB? Can't Talk failed to get FRB recognition for this trail and also the last but who cares? Anyway, Fist Full Of Fags conducted circle and 2 Virgins, No Name Nicky and No Name Burney were welcomed, But who made them cum? Bloody Stool and his lovely Assistant, who beer-bitched the trail beer, drank for a shitty trail and others joined them. Award winners drank but only the DFL, Fags, really counted. We swang low once again and left very tired. - Can't Talk So here's the down and dirty on run 771. I like to call it the Bloody secret shiggy trail.We all gathered by the dumpster's in back of Batteries Plus.A good sized group of the Peach Fuzz showed up for chalk talk,even a virgin and a few returners came out to play.After the blessing of the trail and the lone Bloody hare was away we all drank a few brews and shared a few shots outta a little green bottle.Ten minutes went by and off we went.At a nice brisk walk!Some faster then others and through some hidden shiggy in the middle of town we all ended up at the first beer stop.Oh,which happen to be a burned out church!Some hasher's decided to play a few hymns on an old piano and rummage through the buildings.Most just sat in the parking lot and rested up from all the secret shiggy Bloody had found for us to run through.Hare away and hounds were not to far behind him.Surprise surprise more shiggy was found and a long ass tunnel to crawl through.As night fell we all emerged from under the ground and followed trail to the next beer stop.As we came to the BN all that kept us from the BH was a brier patch with a hidden ditch in the middle of it.Oh,by the way Bloody.Thanks for the sticker in the ass!Beers were killed and hashers were bloodied but all was good!On on along the streets and to Bloody's hot German girlfriend and some cold beer.As the cops showed up and the hounds were restless we all took off for the finish line.As we all waited for are DFL to show,I was stripped of my kilt by Poopnoodle and left to chase her down in nuttin but my knee high socks and combat boots on.Quick payback was givin with a sweaty tea bagging as soon as I got my kilt back on.Circle was held and awards winners were announced and accusations were thrown and beers were drunk!We did miss the Hashshit though.Anyone know who has,it cuz I don't? -THE DUDE ABIDES |
| 770 | Just to prove what a lame Hare she can be Dead Peterbeater did run 770 as a prelay and to redeem herself she called it a dead hare trail. Of course we were not lost on this one as we were always in sight of the hare. The anal Back To School Run started and ended at Mi Ranchos downtown. Dressed as Back To Schoolers and a short school bus, no joke, Volunteer Queer was actually disguised as a school bus, complete with stop sign.There were plenty of slutty little school tarts and an array of school employees and stupid looking students. We wandered to the Playground for beer and packed the place with fun then across the street a ways to a hidden parking lot where we found beer again and much processed beer was disposed of. Like a pack of dogs we all marked our territory.Then it was off to Joe's where more beer and merriment were found. Then we headed back to the start and the hare had no idea who the real award winners were which means these awards were meaningless just like the trail. Fist Full Of Fags or Couch Fags, conducted circle and some drank and then we swang low and left. |
| 769 | To celebrate the eighth time the Peach Fuzz has had a 69er run, Bozo led the pack from the pavilion in Riverview Park over the hills and far away through the shiggy and across the quicksand to the other side of the park for a refreshing drink of the frothy nectar the pack was so diligently seeking. After the first stop, the pack was led through the woods and down the greenway for a more relaxing stroll to the second beer stop, tucked ever so secretly into the woods. The third leg of trail led the pack down the hill near the river, where Self-Service gave Bloody Stool a 69 before heading across the creek and up the hill and back to the pavilion where Fags conducted circle while Bozo cooked hotdogs on the grill. We on-aftered at the pavilion with hotdogs and chips and yummy jello shots. We welcomed virgin NN Lindsay and we welcomed back a few returners. PMS was FRB, the Dude was Bridesmaid, and Hershey Highway was DFL. |
| 768 | Bozo Where Art Thou gathered up a small group of bashers at Phinizy Swamp for Bash 768. There were five of us including Chicken Fried Butt Sex, No Name Jake, Cover Girl and Can't Talk Gotta Pee. The swamp part was good as we were in the shade but after that it was a sunscreen event. We did a tour of the poop plant settling ponds, had a couple of beer stops and ended without spotting one gator. Covergirl conducted circle and Bozo. the hare, drank for a shitty trail as did award winners and returners. We swang low and Bozo provided a grill and hot dogs. |
| 767 | Volunteer Queer celebrated a year of his one legged debacle by hareing from the Finish Line and to make sure the run could be certified as a debacle he included Dead Peterbeater as his cohare. To illustrate this point, chalk talk was performed on grass which was located about 10 feet away from pavement were the trail markings would have been easily discernable. Therefore chalk talk was more a mental vision thing than actual symbols. Anyway we followed trail as best we could and after much confusion on trail we finally found beer near a deserted house. Always a Peterbeater favorite. Then we stumbled around some more, the Queer was auto hashing, and once again found cold beer at a, you guessed it, deserted house. By now the cohare was pissed at all the hashers and no trail was found leading back to the Finish Line. But for the first time no one was lost and got back safely. As this was a football colors run a v! ery few came to commemorate there team and the Queer was dressed in orange Covergirl conducted circle and the hares drank for a very shitty trail. There were returners and award winners and some accusations then we swang low and on aftered at the Finish Line. |
| 766 | Damsel in Distress and his trusty cohare Dead PeterBeater Made a lame attemp at what was claimed to be a Chicken Run at the Savannah River Pavillion. Even though we did cross the creek twice to get to beer this trail lacked the harshness and distance to be compared to a Chicken Run. The beer was cold and plentfull and we did frolic in the shiggy but only one hasher was bitching and moaning so it was no Chicken Run. There was blood on trail but it was IHOP's so no one cared. After only 2 beer stops Fist Full Of Fags circled us up and a visitor from Charlotte, Lost Cuntrey drank and also returners Colonel Broke Back and My Weeners Wet, drank for cumming back and for Colonel's Birthday. Crabs the Hash Husher kept circle quiet but was needed more at chalk talk because of Fags. Hashers split up for on after but severa! l made it to the Backyard Tavern for bad karaoke. |
| 765 | Run 765 was another gathering of full moon worshiping wankers that started from IHOP - The Hasher Formally Known as Poop Chute Recruit's abode to commemorate and begin what was supposed to be his last weekend of binge drinking for 12 months due to him getting sentenced to a S.C.R.A.M. bracelet for his misdeeds at GJR2011. There were about a dozen wankers, virgins included, on trail with the hare responsibilities being shared by those on the run. IHOP and MP69 hared the first leg of trail through the deserted streets where the they were eventually found loitering on the back of a 1950's style pickup in a pitch black back yard nook of a neighbor's house. After partaking in cold beer and (shhhh!) moonshine a new set of hares (??) was chosen, as this was the plan, and trail continued through the barrio. We looked for meteors as this night was in the height of the Persids, but no meteors could be found. However, the full moon was splendid and properly toasted with glorious moonshine several times. Eventually the pack found its way back to the start where much more cold beverages were consumed. Award winners were named but since I, IHOP was drinking heavily thru Sunday, I do not remember the winners thus we will not name them here. |
| 764 | Hares, Notta Spitter and N N Brice decided to spice things up for 754 and we did the "Toga Run" downtown. Many a Toga was present, some slutty some not. Volunteer Queer was sporting his new bionic leg and orange toga while Bozo tried to slip in his bike as a chariot as a lame excuse to Bash the Hash but the lameness did not slid. Some auto hashers were just as lame as trail was long and shitty. We wandered from Mi Ranchos past many naughty checks to Tipsey McStumbles and cold was the beer. Bottles no less. Then on to Firehouse and atlast to Joe's. Much beer was drunk and maybe a little shenanigans then back to a Fist Full Of Fags circle. Aside from a toast to G, the only meanful thing that happened in circle was the naming of No Name Bryce to Kunta Kidney. |
| 763 | German Anal Girl decided the best way to celebrate her Birthday was to Hare a run and party we did. At Run 762 we had party hats and beer behind Amici's and even ventured up the road a short ways for a couple of beer stops. Even Volunteer Queer did trail as it was mostly pavement. Back at the end Fistfull Of Fags circled us up and we we greeted 2 visiters and 2 virgins. Magic Carpet Muncher came from Atlanta and Random Fucked Up Shit came from Arizona. ATM's virgin "NN Chad" and Fags' virgin "NN Tonya" and the visitors all drank for cumming as did award winners, the Hare and trail lovers. We on aftered at Amici's. |
| 762 | The BASH was sabotaged by the Secession Hash, as they had their anal red dress run, which attracted lots of wankers away from Augusta - NN Jake was the only wanker in attendance, as he is on a short leash these days. |
| 761 | A few pirates and a bunch of winches showed at the Canal parking lot due to the promise of plunder from our hares Dude, Where's My Crabs and Poopnoodle, the winchy cohare. Except for the lacking of cold beer at the 1st two stops all was wonderfull. Yes there was plenty of shiggy and titty checks but we were a thirsting for cold beer. At the 2nd stop were there was a small flask of Capt Morgan so we decided to stalk the hares in order to get the 1st few beers that maybe at the next stop. After a shitload of shiggy and crossing the Riverwatch pwky we spotted the beer atop Booty Hill and were surprised by ample quantities of cold beer. There was also some frolicking atop Booty Hill as Fist Full Of Fags tried for a 3some with a couple of winches but no booty was got. We arrived at the start and Fags conducted circle as the hares used water cannons to hush the unruly crowd. We sang low a couple of times and went to Helga's. |
| 760 | The Summer Cleanup at the Peach Fuzz Waterfall Area saw four wankers amidst 3-digit heat. Bozo, NN Jake, IHOP and Must Bang Sally. 10 bags of trash were collected and disposed of in an hour-and-a-half. Cool beverages quenched our thirst as we admired our handiwork, then we sought cooler temperatures for the rest of the day. |
| 759 | Dead Peterbeater and her trusty cohare Damsel In Distress led us from cold beer at Cums With Mom's abode down the street and into the woods for our 1st beer stop. Except for trail crossing itself, all seemed well until we arrived at the 2nd beer stop to find the beer had been stolen by thieves nearby. The Hare when placing the beer figured if she would ignore them then they in turn would ignore her cooler of "free cold beer" on this very hot day. Smart girl she is. And thirsty Hashers we were as there was no water at all on trail. So, we headed back to the start and cold beer. Somehow the Hare was snared and at circle they drank for there misdeeds on trail. Circle was conducted by PMS who did a great job, The Hares had no idea who the award winners were, gee, are we they suppose to know? We also had a Virgin, No Name Renee. On after was at the Back! yard Tavern where Bloody Stool and his latest showed up. |
| 758 | Run 758 was the very first full moon hash for the Peach Fuzz. The turn out was small, but beer and moonshine were plentiful. Trail was hared by all, with everyone taking their own little leg of trail. As circle started the entire hash showed their spirit, and their rears, in a full moon salute to the reason for this night's trail. Award winners were Cums with Mum as FRB, our bridesmaid was Pony Show, and IHOP finally graced us with his presence as DFL. They drank their down downs with Dirt Diggler, our only returner and we all sang swing low before on aftering at IHOP's abode. |
| 757 | Dead Peter Beater hared a run from the Backyard Tavern in what she called a 'new beginning' for the Peach Fuzz, presumably referring to the first run after the recent hash special erections. Let's hope the kinks for this 'new hash' work themselves out sooner than later. The run was a dead hare run - the first non-live trail for the Peach Fuzz as far as I can remember. Some hashers were curiously absent. There was no beermeister who showed up with any ice cold beer or even warm beer for that matter. IHOP (the hasher formerly known as Poop Chute Recruit) quelled a bunch of rowdy and thirsty wankers with a trip across the way to the convenience store - thank "G" one was so close - with a trusty 'ol Keystone 30-pack. The new hash-cash, haberdasher seems to be getting the hang of it. After chalk-talk and a blessing of the hare, the pack was off...across the lot, through the woods, and down the road, to Dead Peter Beater's abode we go...for yummy jello shots and a chorus of songs...then off again, down the road, and back into the woods...to where, we don't know...but the hare found the beer and we partook , and without a second look...were off again, through the kudzu and the ants, back to the dangers of civilization. Across the traffic and into a nearby abode, the pack again quenched their thirst, thanks to a couple of 'ol troopers...then, the pack made their way back to the finish with some confusion whether NN Bryce or Self-Service was FRB, a 3-way tie for Bridesmaid, with Cums with Mum cumming out on top, and the DFL was IHOP - because he again had to visit the convenience store for another trusty 'ol Keystone 30-pack. (Who needs a beermeister or even Ice if we always started our hashes next to a convenience store?) Circle was brief, with the recognition of a few returners, one visitor, and an attempt at a naming. We swang low and on-aftered at the Backyard Tavern. |
| 756 | Mismanagement Meeting - Hash Erections - Congratulations to the Weiners, posted on the "About the PFH3" page. Bozo remains Fecal's own personal Hitler. As for the meeting, it was a productive meeting for the most part, though there were a few who weren't paying attention, several that were late, and sometimes layers of conversation under the "pints of lager". In addition to the erections, we decided that the hash does not want a facebook page and will continue with the website and email reminders we have had for so long. It was also decided that hashers will hash for free the week of their birthday, provided they take their licks and do their down-downs. We also discussed the need for a greater level of hash respect, particularly in circle. -Bozo The Dude mainly went to get sympathy hugs from the hot hashers (you know I'm talkin about you Fags) but I do remember alot of jibbe- jabber and I think we decided on sump'n. I did miss Fecal and Stinky at the meeting, but maybe they can catch up on Facebook! All in all, purrrrrty much a regular night with the Peach Fuzz . We all left somewhat friends soooo....On-On till the next trail wankers! - THE DUDE ABIDES |
| 755 | Hey there!High there!Ho there!Just gonna catch-up on a few run write-ups!First things first,the fourth of July rash and campout coulda been more fun for me ifin I hadn't got burnt up by my own fireworks!But I did have fun up till then.It all started with most everyone meetin up with Bozo at the ballpark and then walkin up the canal trail to the meadow to drink beer Queef had stashed and rest up.Then back onto the canal road to walk up to I-20 and through some swamppitty shiggy to the Majestic Savannah river!Dank more beer and floated down to the next beer stop.Me and Poopnoodle left from the island and damn near drown crossin the river to catch up with the hounds.We survived the might current and walked up to the meadow.As we drank a lonely beer that got left behind the hounds came into view.The third stop was in the middle of the river and much drinkin and splashin ensued!From there we all drank and pissed r tubes as the current took us down the river.Before we knew it everyone was swallowin wieners and laughin at me when the chili can blew up on me.Then some people left and some got drunk!For me and Queef it was about midnight when things went bad soooo....... -THE DUDE ABIDES Morning broke for those few wankers who survived the night, and bloody mary's graced our lips as bacon and eggs cooked over oak coals. A fatboy trail led us wankers across the rocks to the rapids where we spent an afternoon of fun in the sun. NN Kimmie was named Peach Fuzz by Injection for her unique participation the nights leading up to this day. |
| 754 | Dead Peter Beater, NN Devvon, and NN Dakota led a thirsty pack of Superheroes from the Ale House parking lot through what shiggy there is left and across intersections, through the bar, down the hills and back to a super-circle. On after was at the Ale House where some superheroes were welcomed and some were not. |
| 753 | The Saturday Bike Hash was a short one with few in attendance and attention was ultimately focused on cooking hotdogs and planning the July4 Rash. |
| 752 | Little Butter Queef hared a run from Teresa's Mexican Restaurant. It was a shiggy run with cold beer scattered across trail. Self Service and Pony Show were named |
| 751 | Cumming June 15, 2011 (Run Write-up Pending) |
| 750 | We gathered at our Birth place and our Founders they were Hares, Puppy Cakes and Baglady they led us to some Beers, across the road we wondered no Po Po on our tails, we drank old old beer but were happy to celebrate our 11 years. Back to the highlander we ventured but circle was a mess, as the RA was a drinken and lost the naming list, it's OK as we enjoyed our Birthday just the same and someday soon our noname will get a rightful name. - Can't Talk (OK I'm not a poet, but not too bad.) |
| 749 | Aw yes, it was a swimming event as the Peach Fuzz assembled at the Columbia Co Pavilion ready for Wa Wa. Covergirl and No Name Bryce were the hares and swimming was the theme. Unfortunately most of the attire was quite lame with two exceptions, Fist Full Of Fags and Can't Talk who seemed to be competing for skankiest bathing apparel. Cums With Mom brought a virgin, No Name Carrie, and we all hope she will cum again.Trail was wet and shiggyfied with several beer stops and many naughty and titty checks. The hares were snared towards the end of trail, and the award winners were: Blows Big Balls was FRB, Jane Doe the Fro Ho was Bridesmaid, and her beau, Dildo McBaggins was DFL. After circle, we on aftered at Covergirls pool with weeners, beer, more Wa Wa and fornicating dogs. |
| 748 | A large and thirsty pack of hounds gathered at the Backyard Tavern to hash and be merry. No less than 35 wankers were in attendance to follow the Titty Not-See and his coveted bride, Show Me, through the shiggy to the golden nectar. A short but shiggy trail fulfilled our wishes and brought us back to our point of origin for more beer, horseshoes and fried things. An illustrious circle was enjoyed by all. We all expect to hear more about this trail as we were graced by the presence of curious reporters with cameras and notebooks. We also saw the return of Can't Talk, Gotta Pee and Cums With Mum and Silly Rat, Dicks are for Chicks, and Rub Me Tender, and their lovely cohort from Brazil. Blows Big Balls was FRB and Pixel Dick was DFL. Bozo was spanked throughout the night for the transgression of turning another year older. On-after was enjoyed by all at Laura's Backyard Tavern. |
| 747 | Some gibberish by NN Talon and vague recollections by Bozo will be posted when the time is right. Otherwise, this run rocked! and rolled! |
| 746 | A thirsty pack of hounds gathered at the parking area leading into the bird sanctuary to follow a shiggy trail in search of the golden nectar. The Dude and Poopnoodle led a tricky trail of YBFs and Decision Points to get the pack to just the right spot to enjoy a beer. There were 2 returners, Colonel Brokeback and Aaargh, Swab Me Dick. And out of the blue, a virgin NN Sandie showed up to run with the pack - invited long ago by forgotten hashers, it took her a little while to cum around, but she seems to be a hasher-thru-and-thru...she's got pretty titties anyway, as we discovered as she cleared the titty check/decision point. The hares led us through the shiggy to beer a couple times, and out into the river for a $5 shot, but it was all uphill outta there. We found a natural amphitheatre under the powerlines as our hash songs bellowed across the land. The pack followed trail uphill back to the end of trail for a circle no one can remember. Bozo was DFL as his cock was stuck in his hand, broken and leaking from the last escapades on trail. Circle was had and accusations were made. The on-after split off in many directions as drunken hashers followed their little heads home (or wherever they woke up this morning). |
| 745 | High De Ho wankers!This weeks run was hared by non other than Little Butter Queef and his side kick Soon to b named Talon.It all started with some friendly beer drinkin and chit chat at the end of the Greenway,then chalk talk and the blessin of the trail.As we dipped off into the shiggy to avoid the regular people we got a taste of how the rest of trail would be like.Lots of shiggy!Found beer at the first stop,drank the beer then followed trail to the next beer stop.We drank all that beer and lost trail for a few,this is where Forskin choose to roll down the cliff face down to the Greenway as his punk ass dog was carried down by No Name Pollie.The smarter or should I say less drunk Hashers kept lookin and found trail leadin straight to the Highway.Polly Ann gave everyone a scare as she dang near got flattened by a semi truck runnin out in traffic.Regrouped under the overpass as PoopNoodle flings herself down the dirt hill,and to everyones amazement didn't even cry!She is a girl' ya know.After that a short walk back to the circle where songs were sung and more beer was drank.FRB was Ummmm!Brides maid was ummmm!And DFL was last but not least ummmm!Anywho I had fun,hope u did too! THE DUDE ABIDES |
| 744 | The fifth Peach Fuzz BASH of 2011 was a helluva ride. Seven wankers showed up, four without bikes, three of which did not finish trail. A little over ten miles of bike shiggy and a yummy stop by the river with hotdogs and beer. Bozo was hare, Little Butter Queef was FRB, Driving Miss Blowback was Bridesmaid and DFL. Dude Where's My Crabs and Poopnoodle canoed to the stop to provide the pack with necessary nectar. Foreskin King played the part of the poofter. Covergirl conducted circle and we on-aftered at our abodes. |
| 743 | Another shigglicious run under our belts and into our bellies. After a blessing of the hare, Bloody Stool led a thirsty pack of a dozen hounds away from the parking lot of Grovetown Furniture for what seemed to be uphill in all directions - down the road, through neighborhoods and into the shiggy. When we thought we couldn't go any further, the joyful sound of Beer Near was trumpeted throug the air. We had a beerstop on carelessly killed trees and sang hash songs while we watched our hare disappear into the shiggy. A few minutes later, we were off to find him, following trail through undergrowth, overgrowth, and across-growth up the gravel and across the clay to more beer. Night had fallen and we found our way out of the woods and back to the parking lot where much of the pack again joined the hare in circle to rejoice such a shiggilicious run. Our FRB was Cream of Sheep, Bridesmaid went to Driving Miss Blowback, and DFL was Notta Spitter's virgin NN Dwayne. In addition to the virgin, we had a visitor and potential longtime Peach Fuzzer, Barbie Doll cumming from the Southern Comfort. We welcum him with open arms (and open legs) and can't wait to see his better-half. On-after was at Bloody Stool's abode where we admired his Wienerschnitzel and ate his dogs. |
| 742 | Poopnoodle & Dude, Where's My Crabs? hared Runn 742, and as I sit here writing you now, I know it...I feel it...Run 742, aaaahhh, it came and went - the kind of longing you get without shedding tears. A FKN"A Awesome Run...if I may so say so, and yes I paid my dues in circle to justify such a positive response. In fact, we have been needing this kind of trail, and tonight we all hail to the Dude as there were no fewer than 2 wankers who WEREN'T in circle for sympathizing with the Hares. We all wanted to say that it was a shitty trail and we even sang him that much, but there is no hiding the truth...the pack joined the hares in circle to rejoice a shiggilicious trail. There was shiggy, there were 'crossings' and there were feats. There were cliffs and there were valleys. There were thorns and ivy, and rock and mud, and hills, oh, were there hills. Fk me for sympathizing with the hares, but nights like tonight is why I (Bozo) goes hashing. There is much to live up to here - for those present and for those who wish they were...that being said... on this run, NN Paulie proves himself to be a worthy hasher, we hope he cums again. He is forevermore exempt from carrying trash out of the woods. (Dick-reed by GM, and lovely author of this piece of writing. as I wonder how well he'll take to a red dress, tattoos and all.) Well, what happened? Dude and Poopnoodle led us away from our comfortable pavilion in the middle of the oh-so-familiar disc golf course. between the Greenway and the River, along the shiggy to enjoy beer and views that only hashers enjoy for about two-and-a-half hours of up-and-down, and in-an-outs of shiggilicious landscapes only the CSRA can offer, through the top and out of the bottom of two beer cans along the way, and back to our comfortable shelter, protected by Hershey Highway and awaited by 420 Beer and Throngs of Schlongs (in the form of a few dozen hotdogs). Circle was conducted, violators were prosecuted, and Poop Chute Recruit was renamed IHOP (Idiot Hasher of PeachFuzz) - flour was thrown, beer was poured, and it was done. We swang low and ate all the dogs in sight, and wondered when we will all be afforded the opportunity to douse IHOP in the sacred blessings of the hash, so that he might properly emerge as the hasher he is. |
| 741 | Mismanagement Meeting - Some of the finer points of the mismanagement meeting. For the duration of the summer, until our next mismanagement meeting, the following shall apply to all members of the hash. Only hashers with hash names will be allowed to bring virgins. Sponsors must make extra effort to introduce hash traditions to their virgins. No name hashers are encouraged not to bring virgins until they receive a naming to ensure that you are able to properly teach any virgins you may bring. Virgins who show up on their own will be assigned a sponsor by the GM or RA. And all should remeber, it's not just about the beer, hashing is built around running trails. |
| 740 | 10th ANAL GREEN JACKET RUN! - One not to forget... Wankers from near and far gathered at Stinky Pinky's and Rushin for Dick's to setup camp and mingle and jingle. Just before dark, the pack circled up and made introductions, and we went about our biz-ness. Saturday, after breakfast, and cold showers, the pack assembled to bless the hares and send them on their way. The hares led the pack through the neighborhood, across the park, up the road to a shady stop near Washington Road to allow the pack the assemble before the trecherous trek up Washington Road. This leg of trail brought more of a suprise than we all bargained for. Poop Chute Recruit pulled a prank on trail that landed him in jail and had the pack scrutinized by the police, and Bozo was ticketed for toting the beer. A Real Downer for us all. The cops were less than amused, but understanding and allowed the pack to continue down Eisenhower Road to Eisenhower park, where Bozo awaited with buh-loney sandwiches for all. Dude, Where's My Crabs? picked up the next leg of trail and led the pack through the woods between the river and the canal to a stop near the waterfall, where the thirsty and tired pack cooled off in the shade before the last leg of trail - a momentous suprise for all, the good kind of suprise this time...the Fuzz had erected a bridge across the canal with about 60 innertubes tied together with ski rope, anchored to the ground, and the pack crossed the canal into a backyard and trail emptied the pack back into camp where the frothy nectar awaited. Bozo arrived with a few weary wankers and cooked a low country boil to fill the bellies of all 80 wankers and poofters in attendance. After another visit from the police, we ate and drank and were merry, and it was a mellow night after an exhausting day. Sunday's sunshine awoke all the weary wankers to a beautiful view of Lake Olmstead. The pack staggered around, went back to our own tents and started packing up. In the middle of all the activity, the pack circled up and swang low to a memorable Green Jacket Weekend. On-on. |
| 739 | About 25 Wankers showed up at the Highlander to follow Bozo and Lil Butter Queef across golf courses, lawns of expensive home and through shiggy in search of beer. The pack's thirst was first quenched at the back edge of the North Augusta golf course just before heading across the 5th Street Bridge into the urban shiggy of gravestones, homeless critters, and sleepy streetlights and into the welcoming warmth of Joe's Underground. Thirst was again quenched as the pack was about halfway through their almost 10k journey in search of the golden nectar. After Joe's and a short jaunt through downtown and the happenings along Broad Street, we were again quenched and saturated with Beer at the Firehouse. Trail led back across the 13th Street Bridge and back to the Highlander for a rambunctious circle and more debauchery. All in prep for the Upcumming Green Jacket Run. A good time was had by all. |
| 738 | Poopnoodle and Two conscripts, No Name Crystal and Hershey Highway led a small band of Peach Fuzz Hashers into the wet lands behind Zackbys on Furys Ferry. Even though many haring rules were broken all was forgiven as the trail did lead to cold and plentiful beer. We did Pissing Rock, Mud Creek Overlook and then the Pavilion and much cold beer was found at each stop. the absent RA blessed the trail from afar so no rain was experienced. Circle was unremarkable if you were there. |
| 737 | The Peach Fuzz's 4th BASH of the year, hared by a blind hare, beermeistered by Bozo, was a wet one. Because of a heavy rain, the pack was forced out of a first beer stop right into the on-after where burgers and chips and pickles and beer was consumed with feverish madness while waiting on the downpour to pass. We then resumed the BASH, and after returning to our cars, proceeded to the second beer stop. Much rejoicing for dryness was had by all. We Swang Low and On-aftered in the warmth of our homes. -Bozo Dang it man if the hare doesn't show what are the hounds to do. Any way since Dude Where's My Crabs whimped out, Bozo Where Art Thou stepped up as impromptu hare and led the 3 hounds,Can't Talk, Mustbang Sally and Covergirl down the Greenway though pouring rain to Bozo's abode and we drank cold beer and grilled burgers. Being a virgin basher Mustbang barely made it. -Can't Talk |
| 736 | Cumming Wednesday March 23, 2011- Cum Nugget & NN Andy near the Canal - Zombie Theme - waiting on the Dude's long-awaited writeup (with flair). |
| 735 | The Peach Fuzz Canal Cleanup in conjunction with the Augusta Canal Authority was a great success! The Peach Fuzz Canal Trail is as beautiful as it can be. |
| 734 | A Run like this goes that show that seasoned hashers lay the best trails. Puppycakes and Baglady hosted a pack of thirsty wankers at the Highlander to celebrate St. Patty's Day with a shitty trail and some warm beer. About 3 Dozen Wankers showed up for shenanigans and carnal delights. A Great Time was had by all. |
| 733 | A thirsty pack of about a dozen hounds gathered under weepy skies at the Highlander for a wet run across the bridge and back. Hared by Dildo McBaggins and Jane Doe the Fro Ho, the first beerstop came upon us in the woods just before we headed across the bridge for our next dose of the frothy nectar at the Firehouse. Liquorice shots were had by a few before heading back to the start for a punishing circle and yummy food at the Highlander. |
| 732 | Only a Queer assisted by a limping PeterBeater could lay a trail as shitty, or lame, as this. Our hares, the one legged Volunteer Queer and and his injured associate Dead PeterBeater led us from the Ale House around the back of Target to some beer and then back to the Ale House for more beer. How lame is that? Pardon the pun. Many a pitcher was consumed at the Ale House and we got to see ATF as she worked. We ended at the start behind the Ale House but missing was the 400 run Can't Talk who some how slipped away. Some virgins joined us and No Name Karen was one of them. This trail may have set a record for # of titty checks and all enjoyed the voiceless PeterBeater. |
| 731 | Bash 731, hared by the unscrupulous Cover Girl met at the Canal Pavilion with about 10 attendees. We prepared for trail with beer and lube and after a trail blessing by the RA, Fist Full Of Fags the hare was away. There were three beer stops and one was a repeat. We then circled at the start and Drank. We had a returner, Rub Me Tender and some award winners that no one wants to remember. Then we Swang low and on aftered at Rhienharts. This is all I gotta say about Cover girls Bash!S-H-I-T-T-Y T-R-A-I-L.Naw,it was a great time and some good exercise.More Peach Fuzz should join in the fun! The Dude Abides |
| 730 | Ok, this is how and what I remember about what I thought was goin to be a Ho-Hum kinda Hash. I mean really Bozo and Hershey were harin so...730 started without our R.A.'s blessin,but Covergirl covered his ass and blessed it for us. Bladder made a sorry lookin beer angel and splattered it all over them. We met virgins and talked to no namer's while waitin for Fags and Balls to show up. Hounds away! Had to find trail cuz no one thought to watch the hares again. Not even H.B. or G! (It seems to be turnin into a trend???) Anywho, across the soccer field and down the Greenway we went. Then into the shiggy swamp of the powerlines and much cursin wet feet and lookin for trail! Ho-Hum indeed. Sike! After walkin damn near to the Highlander we found the first beer stop stuck out in the middle of the brick pond. Cool spot Bozo! Back on trail lost again then found again then much walkin and some fuckin for a few Hasher's .Way to make her feel welcumed Cream! Hey,it's the second beer stop under the railcar bridge .We sung a song for Jesus cuz he couldn't go Hashin then ask for his forgiveness as we drank all the beer. Left there and followed bits of flour here and there till we got back to the Finish line. (It seemed to be turnin into a real foot race)Hasher's,no-namer's and virgins runnin all around. As far as winners go Damsel got Front Zennin Bastard,and who really cares about the losers!I think we all won(beer) and got a good walk in to boot .I still don't think Hershey walked the shiggy for real,but whatever! I had fun and thats what it's all about. Oh,and the beer! The Dude abides Hershey did every inch of that trail - she's mellow, but she's a hasher!  Bozo |
| 729 | Puppycakes and Baglady, our Valentine hares helped us feel the love by spreading love dust as hash downtown at Mia Ranchos for run 729. Had a good crowd of loving hashers and 5 virgins. We delayed the Hounds away long enough for one of the virgins, No Name Crystal ?, I think, to squat and pee and then we were off. She repeated this perfomance at least once on trail. Then to Joes and much cold beer then we weved about downtown until trail led us to the Fire House and more beer. Then back to start and award winners were, Bloody Stool, FRB, and Blows Bigg Balls as DFL. Somewere during the run Bladder Splatter got in Blows Big Balls Way, and she smacked him in the balls hard enough to cause lasting agony. Hurts just thinking about it. Since her name already covers this event no renaming is called for. No Name Soda got named and is now called Acorbatic Slip'n'slide. Gets really wet while ! working out or something like that. Anyway we swang low then on aftered. |
| 728 | Lots of Ninjas at this hash. |
| 727 | A fairly good crowd of Hashers who were dumb enough to brave the cold gathered behind Hooters for run 727. The Sheep Run. Hared by none other than Cream Of Sheep and No Name Soda. We only had one small facsimile of what might have been a sheep, one Sheppard and a sheep dog. Everyone else was just part of the flock. 4 virgins showed up and merrily carried there brand new plungers on trail. All that is known about trail is that it was shitty and the virgins quickly learned the meaning o steep shiggy. Circle may have included a naming. Thats all I know as I was in a warm bar drinking cold beer. - Can't Talk In addendum: Trail led through shiggy into a quiet neighborhood, where it soonafter became halted by a tall fence. Cum nugget knowing his roots suggested to all that a fence can be jumped. The hounds eventually found the first stop behind Teresas mexican restaurant. After a short time, trail continued to Washington road where the wheat was seperated from the chaff and the weak ran away from the shiny metal objects in the road and headed back to their circles of safety. Meanwhile, the tried and true pushed on to find a shot check nearby. After a short duration, even the professor of botany himself NN Jay found his way to the warming nectar. Trail then led around block to one last beer stop nestled in the woods before returning back to circle and down downs. - Cream of Sheep There was a drop-in appearance by Can't Talk, Gotta Pee, Mustbang Sally, and Poop Chute Recruit who all bailed on trail. Circle was conducted by Covergirl in the absence of Fistful of Fags. Also, 4 Virgins were in attendance - only 1 finished trail, as the 3 others along with their sponsor could not follow trail and bailed. We will remember them all the next time they show.- Bozo |
| 726 | This is the muthatruckin,cat fightin,junkyard runnin write up on Hash 276!Me,Dude Wheres My Crabs Hared with No Name Pixie (Cuz) as a Co-Hare.It all started on a wintery Wednesday afternoon down by the canal.We did chalk talk and got blessed with crabs,then laid trail for the Peach Fuzz to follow{or try to) down the hill over the bridge across the tracks to the tunnel of muck for the first beer stop.Much cold beer was found and drank by the Peach Fuzz dirty enough to run for it.Me and Cuz hauled r muddy asses on to the second leg of trail,Up the hill to the(woods-old city dump shiggy)and many a titty,cock,naughty check laid by Cuz!BH was found when I got tired of totin all that beer!Songs were sung and beer was drank as we snuck off to hare.More beer was found and consumed in different manners by the river at the third BH.Hares away to the tune of Shitty trail and into the night we went.Oh,I think I saw a ninja,but aint sure coulda been a junkyard dog.We got a buzz by now so trail meandered here and there over hills of bricks through glens of broken bottles.Then to the bottom of the bridge for a bonus beer stop.The whole Hash hounds looped back to the second BH before notin there dumbassedness.Which gave us time to shotgun a few brews and me time to get some dirt on Cuz!As it had started to rain and the wrestlin match was over,we took off.Circle was great, the award winners drank and there was plenty of head.HEAD!WHO SAID HEAD?I'LL TAKE SOME OF THAT! THE DUDE ABIDES |
| 725 | About 7 seven Bashers collected at the Canal for Bash 725 hared by O, Bozo, Where Art Thou? After a meaningful prelube and a photo op, we began our search for beer and found it at the Pumping Station parking. Then it was on to more serious trail along the canal finally arriving at the 2nd beer stop near the huge floating tree in the river. Bozo then led us back to the start where we did circle and an on-after where Bozo lit up the hash grill and treated us to beer and dogs. |
| 724 | A thirsty pack of 15 hounds showed up at the parking lot just over the 5th Street Bridge to follow Y'all Cum in the Back, Now Ya Hear & Blows Big Balls in search of the frothy nectar. We followed through shiggy and mud to the abandoned bum camp under the bridge to enjoy our first beer. We then meandered through more shiggy and mud to find more beer before went went by the now occupied bum camp under another bridge in search of our last beer stop, which was just past the last bridge on the edge of the swamp. We all got our fill of the frothy nectar and headed back to the start for a punishing circle (for the hares). We on-aftered at Joe's (and elsewhere downtown). |
| 723 | We had an unusually productive and cohesive Mismanagement Meeting @ the Highlander. Details decided upon shall unfold throughout the next few months and immediately across this website. Stay tuned. A great hash year lies ahead...(HEAD, who said HEAD?...I'll take some of that!) |
| 722 | Once again we built a huge bonfire at Pixel Dick's as Run 722. Can't Talk hared and was also fire marshal. We celebrated Pixel's, Spank My Spud's and Very Voluptuous Vagina's last run at the Peach Fuzz as they are leaving town. We also celebrated Bladder Spladder's exit from the Navy and the fact that he is now unemployed. Bozo quinched our thirst with beer and everyone who wanted to roasted there meat on the fire using the trusty Hash grill. The hare drank for a shitty trail which all knew didn't exist and many returners drank for not cumming as Bozo cunducted a very hot circle. Volunteer Queer showed up and was named as the DFL. Since Bozo was there 1st he was FRB and Poop Noodle was Bridesmaid. |
| 721 | The first Wednesdy Hash of the Year! met us with a light sprinkling of very cold rain. Some wankers gathered early enough to gorge on Mexican food before the hash in celebration of Blows Big Balls 89th birthday. Then a bunch of wankers met us there and dragged us out to go hashing in the rain - 22 wankers, not including the weaklings that left early, Can't Talk and you others know who you are. It was a mild trail with lots of titties and beer, just like the Peach Fuzz likes it. We were graced by the presence of our beloved G.O.D., or our Gnarly Old Dude! who now abides in Arkansas and can't seem to locate a nearby hash (Let's hope he doesn't fall down and find himself unable to get up!!!) We had a couple of other unespected returners, Dildo McBaggins included, a surprise appearance from Sucks Like an Egyptian, and NN Pixie (or better known as "the Stack") is not to be forgotten.>Circle was concluded witha birthday re-celebration featuring burning candles from the tits of Fistful of Fags and whipped cream throughout. We did, however, manage to name our ill-lust-rious NN Crystal (with the million dollar titties) the beloved hash name of "PRO-BONER" because of her propensity to stripping for free.And might I mention, We Love Her for That! We swang low and on-aftered at the Playground, and of course, other places. |
| 720 | We Rang in the 2011 New Year with a short hash / bash and we on-aftered at Bozo's just as the rain hit. We had Ham, Blackeyed Peas, Collard Greens, Apple Pie, and of course, Beer! |
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