Hash Trash #113



Circle Up! Hash #113 drank up on a rooftop in Centro. 

For what is probably the first time in SHHH history, the trail earned a positive rating and the hares escaped the shame of drinking down downs to the “Shitty Trail” song. Don’t worry, they still had to chug a down down, it just was to a different tune.

But even with an expertly marked trail, complete with heart chalk drawings, the runners skipped half their route because “they didn’t see the flour and HUGE arrows” pointing through the park. Note: If the walkers, who lose the trail 9 out of 10 hashes, return to the circle without any mishaps and the runners “get lost,” that’s called “short cutting.” Bastards!

Speaking of bastards, Daniel No Name, who was ordained Moon Job at this Hash #113, is also the new Front Running Bastard. Carissa No Name was also ordained. She shall now be called KY Not.

Carissa No Name is now KY Not.
Daniel No Name is now Moon Job. 

French Polisher starred as the Grand Master as the Hash circled up on a rooftop in Centro, which provided spectacular views of the Andes and Santiago city skyline at sunset. It was a relief when the sun went down for many of the wankers who don’t know what sunscreen is and left the barbecue looking like roasted tomatoes.

Public Health Announcement: Chile has no OOoooo-zone layer, so lather up with that creamy white goo you like so much for the upcoming summer hashes. On on!

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Gobble Gobble

Hello again Hashers!  What fun we had this past Saturday at Hash #112, festively dubbed "The Gobble Gobble Hash", hosted in Lo Barnachea at the beautiful home of Molposition, Chilepollagol, Beercrawler and Topless Tinkerbell.

the family that drinks together stays together

It was hot.  SUPER hot.  We could have scrapped the dashes of flour and put down uncooked Pillsbury biscuits instead - they would have baked in that sun.  And we wouldn't have been able to eat them because it was TOO FUCKING HOT for biscuits (and it's gross to eat ground-biscuits anyway).

It's either a turkey or someone's hand met an untimely end in a 1920's style gang shooting.

Despite the heat, the trail was a nice one.  Cumming Up For Air led us along the dusty streets, through a surprise parade,

over a footbridge, along the river,

past some horses,

tee hee!  that tickles. 

 
downhill, uphill,

and finally to a beer stop!  How long has it been since we've had a beer stop?!  And at a really cool bar, at that.  There were hundreds of old books strapped to the walls and old candles forming some impressive wax-drip sculptures.  All the kinds of things you'd want to be looking at while getting drunk on gigantic schops of beer.

beer time, time for beer.

The walkers got a bit lost, "as per usual" according to Sir Ladybug.  Tough day to get lost - they missed the beer stop completely.

We all managed to meet back up at the house on time to start our circle.  There were three namings to take care of: Michael, Meghann and Raul.

• Michael was affectionately named "Texas BJ Assacre", an homage to his Texan roots and love of oral sex.
• Miss Meghann was baptised "Long Hornstar", also a reference to Texas, but mostly a nod to her sexy sexy bod.
• Raul let slip that he works for a bank.  A respectable career, but not if you're taking "Bi-Weekly Deposit"s 

Apparently the beer and sun hit us all hard, because we were merrier than usual in our post-circle asado.  Chilepollagol manned the grill to produce plate after plate of mouth-watering meat.  We caroused until the sun went down, and then hopped into our cabs and buses and autos back to Santiago...to Flannery's, of course!   For karaoke, of course!

drink it down down down down down down down down down down down down down

unruly Hashers and obedient Virgins

It was the kind of Hash that makes you happy to be a part of the Hash family.  I, for one, am extremely grateful for such fine folk - it doesn't even matter that you're all sloppy slobbering alcohol abusers.  I love you anyway!