| R U Ready for Some Football 2
Aug 28, tba
The Ralph
Orchard Park, NY
Hares: Yeah!
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Welcome to the Buffalo Hash House Harriers...
A Drinking Club with a Running Problem |
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|  drfuqsalot writes "Once upon a time, far away in a place called Tijuana, there was a group of Hashers. Amongst them were some from far away, by the names of Humpday, Wet n Dirty, Ho and Sir Licks-a-Lot. Had come to see the fabled Prom Hash? Or had they come hoping for a donkey show?
(http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Donkey_show) In both events, they were in for a treat!
As explained by Senora Hoots, "if you seeeee a bunny, you are On-On". And if you have half a bottle of margaritas and 12 shots of dirty sanchezs, you'll be On-your-back. More about that later.
On out from Eddie Brady's, the pack found trail heading towards the Washington Market Arcade. Out-of-towners had the most exciting three minutes of their lives running down the Strip, to the mutual delight of those out getting their Friday night on and the festivally dressed Hashers.
Around downtown the Hash proceeded, eventually finding themselves at the train station. I caught up with our out-of-towners until the margaritas appeared. Vagatarian showed why she is known for being on top, and Inverted CamelToe showed where she got her name.
We sang our way down to the Arena (I used to work in Mexico), disembarked and found Wee Captain Organ. That wanker had run a lot - and had the sweat to prove it. Circle jerked around the Arena, Dirty Sanchez was near. This is a kahlua based drink involving a chocolate rimmed glass. On over to the new Inner Harbor (a great place to hash), we found Bugle Boy parked with the beer. Wet n Drippy and Yeah came late and Wet n Dirty gave a mighty whack.
On-back to the On-In, some of us by running, some of us drinking cheap tequila in Bugle's car. Bugle was the voice of reason in the car when he advised against topless activities by pointing out "there are cops here". Thundering Balls was the voice of men in the car when he said that "girls kissing each other is cool".
Tequila Circle Up! Virgin Just Molly arrived late, but got to drink. Out-of-towners and announcers got to drink. Not seen in long time Stiff and Wet got to drink and swear at the RA. Udder and Hoots gave out Tijuana swag. Very late cummers Mount Me, Prickle Puss and Kristy Kremes did not drink nearly enough. Stiff's pinata was dismembered and pizza was eaten.
On-On to Grateful Head's next week, On-naked-pagans in Brushwood the weekend after. See Eerie's website for more info on that second point. Campers are welcome at GH's, but naked Bugle Boy is not. :D
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| | | | | | | DrFuqsALot writes "Pretty sh*tty write up from Enema Canal.
http://www.chicagohash.com/chicago-1549-monday-616-7pm-tba/
I enjoyed the shout out as to my confusion on the trail marks....here is the problem. They use only arrows for On trail marks. They also use splits, which are 2 or 3 arrows when a trail can go multiple directions. And they use (x)(x) for checks. Yes, not Boob Checks, but simply checks.
No falses, no back checks. It was virtually a straight run through trail.
See the thread for a few pics.
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| | | | | | | | weecaptainorgan writes "
Close to it, for some FRB’s that chose to r*n this marathon like trail let me remind everyone about some important uhhhh,, we’ll call them “notes”
- Never follow Robin Wood into the Hood with a Large Stick
- Arrows drawn by Yeah just mean the wind was blowing in that direction when he drew it.
- The Armory is not a 24 hour base,, they do close, if trail goes there after 5PM its probably false
- Crash has selectively tuned out all sounds from Goo, including her whistle
- Any trail that is in the vicinity of Inverted Camel Toes house requires a BN even if Yeah draws an arrow away from it.
- If you are going to take a BM at ICT’s house lock the bathroom door!
- It has been confirmed that Steven Spielberg and Soup are the same person.
When I arrived at The Old Pink, Largawhwalhl and I were not sure we were at the right place, because like Crash I had selectively tuned out her voice when she told me to write down the address. I quickly knew I was at the right place when we heard Udder bellowing out GREASY HAIR, WOULDN'T EYE YES I WOULD, to some poor soul at the bar. Chalk talk included a new version of a super nova, BC and arrows (not true?) ON-ON through the streets of the upper West side where all FRB’s were punished by Yeah’s wind vain arrows. A quick stick fight by Robin Wood with some locals, (why can’t our out-of –towners contain him?) Endless marathon like trail, we started looking for beer at mile 25, where 2 Hashers had to Pee-on-trail. Then the GREAT DIVIDE.. ON-On to ICT’s house for beer pong, evil deck, cups, and brownies (except for a few hashers who were following Yeah’s arrows) the wankers r*n all the way to the ON-IN. After their return, Circle ensued with a welcome to our 2 virgins, out-of towners. Accusation flew including the SOUPS beer-less hash which has been proclaimed to be an accusation at every hash for all time, a where the hell have you been accusation, and running down the local animal life. Circle disbanded and it was ON-in to the Old Pink.
Hmm for a couple of hashers that part of the trail looked really familiar.
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| | | | | | | Memorial Day Hashing with Western Central Full Moon | | DrFuqsalot writes "FFF (the hasher formerly known as Soup), Inverted Camel Toe and yours truly set off yesterday to visit the almost mythical hash of West Central New York Full Moon Hash ( http://www.harrier.org/wcnyfmhhh/index.html). The guests of honor (so to speak) were the entirely unmythical Beaver Bam Bam Balls and Low Beams. Cuming fom Long Beach, CA to the scene of the crime at Big Stonz and Minkie's. Disputed directions eventually got us to chez Stonz and Minkie. What does "top of the hill" really mean? And do only people raised by wolves grow up on a dirt road? Finally there, what should await us but the sight of hashers from near and far! Butt Floss, Sucks-in-Deep, Mudpusher, Pissed Off Potty Pusher, Who Gives a Shit?, Special Head, Slippery When Wet, Dr. Shiser, Ho and Sir Licks-a-Lot had already started on the beer and sunscreen. Extremely short destructions and minimal markings got the pack started. Trail set off across the road and directly into the neighboor’s back yard. The dude was sunning himself, probably not expecting whistles and shouts of “On-On!” to suddenly surround him. Into the thorn bushes, causing the first of much bleeding on trail. Quickly we came to a steep hill down. Hashers took all manners of approaches to this challenge…some on their ass, some using handholds, some by a combination. Trail turned into the creek bed, mostly dry except for a trickle of water. The skis threatened to bring more, but we stayed (mostly) dry. Along a scenic central NY creek bed, picking up worry stones, skipping stones and catching up on all the Hash news that is not fit to print! Beer Near! Nothing like some shiggy to work up a thirst. On on, over traintracks and out to the road, around and up to the famous Swain Ski Slopes. Butt Floss’ dog Phoneix Rising stopped to fertilize the grass and Inverted announced that there was no way in hell her busted up knee was going up that thing. Ho and Sir Licks had already pooped (and pooped out), so we joined them on shortcutting back On-In. In lieu of trail, we experimented with beer drinking in hammocks. I have to say, trail is nice, but so is drinking beer in a hammock! WGAS found a pair of hashers in the hammock and got some FRB love. He said it was the only time he “got any” for being the FRB. POPP showed up soon after and got some herself. I was all good with that until Butt Floss showed off his patriotic flag pole and wanted to make my acquaintance up close and personal with it. Really, dude – isn’t there a law against desecrating the flag like that??!?
BBBB called the Circle to order and Low Beams sang us songs as we accused each other of all kinds of offenses, both real and imagined. The hares and hosts both were called in for multiple Hashing crimes. Spank my Minkie showed off her cooking talents and complicated beer pong was played. FFF, ICT and I detoured to Letchworth’s lovely falls on our way home. Man, we must hash there sometime in the summer…..why was it made so beautiful? Thanks, Stonz, Minkie, Beaver Bam Bam Balls and Low Beams. Shitty Trail! "
| | | | | | | 25 Hashers came out yesterday to run a shitty trail, drink some beer, take the piss out of each other and celebrate 3 new MDs in the Hash - Inverted Camel Toe, Is That a Penis? and Yuk Off.
Is That a Penis? and Yuk Off had some prior commitments, which left ICT and her out-of-towner family as our sole newly minted MD. Fortunately, her brother, Just Joe, can drink for several people and, when needed, can cut his hand for several more.
Shirts and beers were brought out in the sun and wind…I especially liked the collar of On-On feet at the neck.
Trail set out from the Pavilion at LaSalle Park, after two virgins had their shoes blessed by the Hare. Just Mike and Just Jonathan looked apprehensive as I poured some beer on their shoes. They looked even more apprehensive as Udder tried to get to the beer early by licking their shoes. Say what you want about Udder, but he’s willing to work for his beer.
Along the river, up the gardens of beautiful waterfront condos. The intricately laid trail was immediately blown apart by Gazelleria. Note to self - find some way to break this guy's legs if I ever want to have a clever trail again.
Out and back from the water, over past some new construction and around to the aborted Margarita Check Near. Out next to Shanghai Reds and back towards the tracks. Trail markings got a little sparse (for my taste) when Crash found trail under the 190. Backcheck anyone? Over the tracks again and on to Lakefront where BN was found.
On back to the deck of Just Moira. Beer , shitty margaritas and a great view awaited us. Apparently, following directions on the mixer bottle does not lead to the tastiest drinks. Vagatarian may be put in charge of all future margarita nears. Pussy Whipped was talking smack and helping drink the beer as Hashers caught up on the latest goings-on. I heard from Soup – pardon me, Fuckin’ Fartin’ Fir, that the Great Valley Hash had been a success. And by “success”, I mean that he had a wicked hangover. We sang Moira some cheer and I asked her not to tell my family about hashing. I’m sure she won’t say a word.
On-On to the On-In. Pussy Whipped and Crash running across the fields apparently terrified a couple of locals who figured that any gringos running in this neighborhood were probably the cops. Oh how wrong they were!
Udder got us singing “Today is Monday”, with Wednesday being Just Bethany’s favorite day. Circle opened with the Hares, ICT as a major overachiever, virgins, and out-of-towners. Most of us had missed the last hash and drank for that. Then Bangs got called in for wearing a lot of racist gear. We don’t cotton to that kind of behavior in our Hash!
Shitty margaritas, playing with your balls in the Circle, attending lots of Hashes, shortcutting, having your birthday in May, r*nning the Half-marathon (someone in exactly the same time she did last year) all led to a “dry lips” accusation.
This brought Just Molly into the Circle, who had reluctantly come out to Hash that day. Her worry, she explained to me, was that “it would take a long time for me to get a name”.
Easy enough to solve that problem, just do or say something stupid! This is usually not a problem for Hashers.
She then volunteered that earlier that day, something had gotten “All over my lips”. Damn Girl! Down on your knees for a naming! I’ll let her tell you what that mysterious substance was.
The Age of the Hairy Ass dawned at the end of the circle and we left, as always, hoping to get a piece. The On-After was a raucous and chicken wing fueled affair. Note to Hashers – avoid the Anchor Bar. They apparently will kick us out on sight next time. Yes, it was that good a time.
On On!
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