|I tried to make this caption amusing, but it just kept being seksi.|
and Jupiter aligns with Mars
Then peace will guide the planets
and love will steer the stars
This is the dawning of the Age of Aquarius
The Age of Aquarius
Howdy hermosos hashers! February first found us back at our favorite park: the only park you can drink booze at in Santiago! May Jupiter and the moon and all of the precious number sevens and every house throughout all of the world bless you wherever you may be in your various forms of decomposition, Padre Alberto Hurtado. We thank you for your splendid park in La Reina.
Our hosts were Just Mario on his naming hash and Thunder Down Under, and our hares were (1) Sir Turtle Head (on his ultimate hash before he leaves us to go get laid in Colombia), who taught (2) Arquisexual Dancewhore and (3) Last to Cum everything there is to know about setting a special trail.
Returning hasher and former SHHH Grand Master Sir Canuck Puck welcomed us to the park and to hash number 143 because our current Grand Master Sir Sump Pump was fashionably, fabulously late. And, because it was his last hash, Sir Turtle Head warmed us up in the ancient ways of Father Abraham.
|Virgin Raul has no fuckin idea what he's signed up for.|
|You do the ho-o-o-, ki - poky! You do the ho-o-o-, ki - poky!|
|Synchronization is not a strength of sober hashers.|
Jesus Comes Twice arrived quite hungover after her Chinese New Year celebrations, and asked Just-Enzo to carry her, but like a football, not like a purse. You know. The manly way.
The runners, as runners tend to do, had more fun.
|Children are good at being displaced.|
|Sir Canuck Puck clenches his ass in anticipation.|
|We've lost so many virgins this way. Shame.|
|Sir Lady Bug knows he knows how to do this.|
|This is an image I can carry with me always.|
So anyway, we stood around and drank beer.
|French Polisher excels at making friends.|
|Y'all, Just Jose, Prune and Arquisexual DanceWhore make me so glad I didn't move to some country with ugly people. Ugly people are the worst.|
|Just Marcia: another example of Chilean loveliness. Ugh, I can never return to the fatties in the USA.|
|Mira: the cold, hard evidence.|
|This is not the face of a man who will be intimidated by his hash name.|
We thanked the hares for their fabulous trail laying.
|The middle of a facial expression is THE BEST PART.|
|Memorize these faces and asses, kids. There are the faces and asses of the unfortunate few who missed out of the Treasure Hunt Brewery Hash. Unleash all the pity.|
|Chilean people, or simply Chileans, are the native citizens and long-term immigrants of Chile, which is the country where we live.|
|Sir Canuck Puck, Multiple Entry, and Sir Ladybug are all old-school in their manners of down-downing, but y'all, check out Sir Sump Pump's head snap. It is damn diva-enviable.|
|He's coming for you, Beyonce.|
|Whatever you do, honey, don't look up.|
|Sir Canuck Puck shows Sir Lady Bug and Just Enzo the ways Peru can change a man.|
|Sleeping Beauty tries to think of less emasculating hash names; Crack My Ass wonders truly, how we all knew. He was so good at hiding it.|
Stroke My Bono returned promptly to piss pouring in Sir Acting Semen's absence, but Thunder Down Under took her participation in the circle to a shiny new level. She joined the inner circle and refused to leave. In keeping with the hash's non-violent, but moist, ethics, a beer was poured on her head.
|Meek Canadian men have no idea how to respond to moist Aussie women.|
|Some women can pull off anything, Just Dirk notes.|
|ALL YOU ASSHOLES, YOU NOW OWE ME SOME FAVORS.|
We had many suggestions of the themes of being a pilot for dear Mario, but, as per usual, the most crass won out. Steve's closed-lips policy encouraged us to focus on his geographic salience.
Welcome to this strange family, Maxipad WITH WINGS and Poolboy Shagger!
|Beer! It's so wet! So fabulously wet!|
|No lie, this is easily one of my favorite hash photos ever. Welcome, you two. I'm sorry your names suck.|
We then remembered it was Sir Turtle Head's last hash and he required ice on his bare ass!
|Peru has taught him so much.|
|That'll teach you to leave us. Jerk.|
Also, it is because we had nowhere better to be.
|Why do we drink with our right hands?|
|Not pictured: hashers rocking it at Don't Stop Believin'|
Best of luck to you on your new adventures, Sir Turtle Head!