Houston Hash House Harriers

Hared by Letch, Old Faithful and Will he Peter

Run Stats:
Virgins – 8
ReBoots – 24
Visitors – 0
Total Hashers – 117

Quote of the run:
Unladen Swallow (formerly Just Sherrice) — “Just swallow it. That’s what I always do.”

It was a sultry 100 degrees at the start of last Sunday’s run. A paltry, humid, sun beating down your neck kind of day that attracted 24 re-boots to return! Your hares Will He Peter, Old Faithful, Digital Input, and Letch laid down a nice urban trail through midtown and downtown, complete with the Great Disappearing Check/False Mark 2010. The entire pack kept mostly together through the first quarter, catching one another at checks, falses, and backchecks, but the hounds lost the scent right near the downtown Hilton. Some wanker decided the big fat flour “F” was too great a distraction from their loitering around a bus stop, and kicked out any sign of the mark. From there, most of the pack assumed the mark was a check, and proceeded to meander around Main Street, smelling the delicious turtle check to come.

On-on for more…

Hared by A$$wipe and Loofah

Legend:
McP(FRB) = Red, Heartache (DFL)= Green

Run Stats:
87 hashers; 15 new boots, 3 visitors, 9 reboots

Quote of the run:
McPisser — “At least there aren’t any people from the f*cking CHAIR FORCE!”

Converging on the long Memorial Day weekend, your hares Ass Swipe and Loofah threw down a mix of urban and medium-light shiggy in the blistering, almost summer heat. The pack met along 290, and could sense that they were in for a treat as the start offered little to no shade. Manstration already sported a splotchy ginger kid burn, and was promised more of the same. Without a cloud in the sky, Ass Swipe brought out what he called, “some of the On-on for more…

No one was happier than those of mismanagement this fine Sunday afternoon. After a year of hard work serving the Hash, our awesome leaders were ready to hand over those responsibilities to foolish/naïve hash peers. Run # 1681 was hared by the outgoing mismanagement on this wonderfully hot afternoon. The pack gathered at Terry Hershey park, out I-10 West , for which this hasher was very grateful.  A mixed variety of regular hashers, re-boots and virgins were present. Voting took place in the usual manner with hash cash passing out the ballots and Geek gathering them in a trash bag. Geek told stories of past hashes just throwing the bag in the air, and the ballot that made it the furthest declared the new mismanagement. On-on for more…

Hared by Snatcha (30), Saran Crap (40), Tap Dat A$$, Horsfli Drivebi and Platterpuss.

The second annual Pimp My Pool hash was upgraded for the sake of two milestone birthdays: Saran Crap turned 40, and Snatcha turned 30. They like to kick. And stretch. And kick. They’re forty and thirty years old. (Sally
O’ Malley SNL reference!)

The weekend forecast was not promising, but Sunday turned out to be a hell of a hashing day! Close to 90 hashers turned out for this warm urban run. On-on for more…

Run# 1676 Hared by Geek
Run# 1677 Hared by B*tt Pirate and Grind Sl*t
BMH3 Run#7 Hared by Donnie the R*tard
Run# 1678 Hared by Platterpuss and Just Isabelle

I just wanted to say what an awesome trail that Grind Slut laid at the Campout. I’ve never run the Warrior Dash, but I doubt they had more fun than we did. My arms are still sore from climbing up the steep creek embankments by holding onto vegetation. The numerous creek crossings helped to keep us cool, and the palmetto palm scenery was great. Some things that I enjoyed on trail were the wonderfully sweet dewberries, On-on for more…

Hared by virgin hare Dee-dee-Dee, Little Boy Blew and Old Faithful (Miss Faithful if you’re nasty)

Ahoy, maties!  Hashers came from near and far to celebrate the Parate Hash in west Houston.  Miss Faithful hashes always seem to bring out the masses. 

Little Boy Blew gave the chalk talk, explaining the standard markings and the trail’s turkey/eagle split.  Prizes were promised to the best booty found on trail.  On-on for more…

Hared by No Head T’night and Big Wet Hole
 
Everyone’s at TXIH!  Will anyone be in town to run the Sunday hash?  Will they drive all the way to the south side of Houston to run?  Hell yeah they will!  Close to 50 people showed up for a sunny day hash starting at Countryside Park on Bay Area Boulevard.
 
The freshly defloured hares proved that they could go it alone, and it was a fabulous trail!  We circled through the park and through some magnificent shiggy, crossing our first of several water crossings.  Pleather Balls will remember to be chivalrous next time… On-on for more…

Hared by Tits & Asics (T&A) and Dick Assley

So, there we were in shiggy up to here…. Start of this trail was pushed back a bit due to the hashline being down, but even though that happened we still had a good turnout. The pack gathered for chalk-talk and virgins were introduced.

To read the rest of the report, along with pictures, click here.

Hared by Cums Anyway, McPisser, Stuck on the Bone, Closet Queen and Just Sheryl
 
Daylight savings spring forward made the F*@k-Meat family feel luxurious for sleeping in.  Damnation… we lost an hour!  Lots of chores to do, then throw together some semblance of a toga for the always fun Ides of March Hash!!!  Toga! Toga! Toga!!
 
Beautiful spring weather and a centrally located hash beckoned the masses.  One hundred and two hashers came out of the woodworks, meeting at Heights and 7th and drawing the usual attention of the urban dwellers enjoying the outdoors. 
 
Cums Anyway had her marketplace set up in the median peddling the appropriately green Ides of March hash tshirts.  How can you resist Giggles?! On-on for more…

Hared by Just Jarrod, Chorizo Polizo, and 8″ Crack

Opening weekend of the Houston Rodeo was picture perfect… perfect for the Sunday running of the Houston Hash House Harriers.  Our virgin hare, Just Jarrod, was taught how to do it by the older and more experienced 8″ Crack.  When we arrived, he looked sore, but very satisfied.

Hares and hounds gathered at the dead end of Buffalo Speedway at West Orem.  The sun was shining, but the wind was blowing cowboy hats all over.  8″ gave the chalk talk, with the standard markings, and the pack was off.

Surrounded by delicious, thorny shiggy, the trail led down the street and sidewalk, and for a mile or so through the surrounding neighborhood, much to Heartache’s chagrin.  On-on for more…