Hash #1801 – Too Hot to Run Hash

Hares:  Whale’s Vagina, Meatbox, Weapons of Mass-Turbation

Well, it was a hot and steamy day and the hares decided to lay a trail.  Our thoughtful hares thought that having the trail on the hottest day of the summer (so far) in order to please the hounds.  They also decided to have the start location in the hottest parking lot of Houston.  As the pack gathered, you could see the sweat pools starting to grow around the feet and tires in the parking lot.  The hares promised “shaded urban-shiggy” and the pack got to learn, once again, that hares lie.  Continue reading

#1800 – Fiestavus 5!

Hares:  Pussy Checker, Master Chucker, Menage Myself, Snatchatarrius, Smooth Stroker, Nibble My Tits

At the request of the H4 grammar Nazis, this entire trash has been written in Comic Sans. According to Amnesty International, this is a low grade form of deliberate ocular agony and typographical terrorism. What did you expect, they’re NAZIS!

Yea, after weeks of listserv haranguing and facebook invite management, Fiestavus 5 was finally upon us. A stormy morning gave way to a classically hot and humid afternoon, in the storied wilds of Spring, Texas. A large pack, including nearly two dozen virgins, and a lovely ASSortment of roller derby girls convened in the parking lot of Club Tranz (Open all nite! VIP entrance! Wanna buy some meth?) next to Cypress Creek. At last the hares arrived, arrayed in cartoonishly Mexican raiments, promising a shiggified, shaded, muddy, sexy, profitable, air-conditioned trail. Keep in mind that the hares are known to lie. Chalk talk was held after the arrival of SPF 50 and duly elected Religious Advisor Ramrod, who were seen pushing their truck over a bridge and into a nearby alley. Evidently it gave up the ghost, by the will of a most benevolent G, only a quarter of a mile from the start. Although the exact mechanical malfunction could not be readily determined, it has been speculated that a daring and dangerous attempt at road head lead to a blown gasket. And with that, the pack was off. Continue reading

H4 Spring Campout! Cinco De Mayo 2012!

Hares:  Geek, Horsefli, Heartache, Too Drunk to Fuck, Dick Assley, Catcher in the Brown Eye, Flatline, the rest of Mismanagement and anyone else that helped run things.  

Well, the H4 spring campout was this past weekend and boy was it a hoot.  It all went down at an awesome place called MYBEACH1.com right on the San Jacinto river.  It had plenty of camp space, shiggy swampland, two beaches, a pavilion and lots of great people. Continue reading

#1759 – World Peace Through Beer Hash

Hares:  Hole In One, Too Drunk to F*ck and Tender Vittles (again)

What was supposed to be a World PEACE through Beer quickly became a World War on Beer.  To start off, the Allied Powers were represented by an American, a Canadian and a Brit.  After leaving the start at Hermann Park and running around trying to avoid mosquitoes, the pack found themselves at the Holocaust Museum where Tender Vittles was waiting with a German beer.  The pack quickly disposed of those filthy Germans and were on their way.  After running through some of the Museum district and past the lake of Hermann Park the pack stumbled upon poor Hair-ea 69 sitting in a bog waiting for a train and a cooler full of Sapporo beer.  Those dang Japanese, attacking Hair-ea 69 with their big ass beers and kamikaze mosquitoes.

After subduing the Japanese with an atomic beer shotgunning, the pack was on it’s way.  After leaving Hermann park, we ended up next to the hospital disctrict, where the third beer check had come and gone in a matter of minutes.  Most of the pack didn’t get any beer but I assume it was Italian and the hashers hung it out to dry quite easily.  At the end of the hash, Ramrod used an entire can of mosquito repellent and fogged the entire area, a squirrel was released upon the pack and the lovely Sarah was officially named “Flatline”.

Thus the world was a more peaceful and happy place.

On-On.

3 beer checks spread out too far, 1 by holocaust museum with german beer, 2nd in a swamp. 3rd – no beer for most of the pack.

false on top of the hill.

mosquitoes, mosquitoes, mosquitoes. (ramrod fogging the place with repellent.

naming of sarah, flatline

6 miles