Category Archives: SCH3 Trash

And now for something completely different…an UNhash! Hugh Heifer chose us, her closest (actually, just most degenerate) friends, to spend her 50th birthday with. There was no trail to be found–this was strictly a booze cruz. Every lazy bastard hasher … Continue reading →

Salutations, Welcome to the six-hundred and eighty-third edition of the Surf City Hash Trash. Puff the Magic Drag Queen here. I’m standing in for Princess Di(arrhea) who was on loan to the FHAC-U H3 Thursday the 26th. Good thing too, … Continue reading →

In the fun spirit of Occasional Rapist’s tipsy trash last week (and for shits n’ giggles) I should’ve gotten fucked up before writing this. I should also be drinking to forget the fact that I pitifully DFL’d at a brutal … Continue reading →

It’s always a pleasure to resume being a hash scribe. I might not be clever, I might not be all in tow.  But somehow I will make this exciting in someway, at least I hope. Hey wanna have sex? Gotcha!! … Continue reading →

The Poet & Patriot Irish Pub was a fitting start location for this year’s Green Dress Run.  Walking over to the bar in my very green outfit, I got some strange looks, and propositioned by a self-proclaimed leprechaun.  Maybe after … Continue reading →

All you pussies that skipped last week’s hash because you were too afraid to go out in the rain, missed the trail of the century!   NOT!  But go out and buy a fucking rain coat and waterproof hat for Christ sake!  … Continue reading →