Dung-Fu Grip decided to throw a Krampuslauf. We started at the nasti Asti bar.
I never realized how popular this bar was. In past hashes we seemed to be the only wanker’s in it. As was told before, Krampus is the dark companion of St. Nicholas (xmas devil), celebrated in Europe in early December or on the eve of St. Nicholas day. It appears to be popular theme for many art related events across the US in December. Many Hasher’s chose the devil theme by wearing horns. I think our hare deserves the scariest costume award if there was one. Though no award for this trail needed. You can view my trail map here. The hare promised a romp through downtown to scare, but it was one big circle jerk. Almost everyone missed the liquor checks. I was with the pack to find the first one which was at the base of Green Street, under a prickly bush, a huge peppermint schnapps bottle. Trail then lead us to a hare dare accross Hwy 1
(we chose to run accross 6 lanes!), which led toward’s Holy Cross church. Another circle jerk around it, and apparently that is where the 2nd liqour check was. LOL. BUMs aside, hasher’s were happy to have been led (found at the end of pacific by Jamba juice) by Princess-Di-arrhea to the BC as the fucked up (back check) arrow markings on Pacific proved to be too difficult on this night for the FRB’s to solve. Maybe it was the Schnapps. BC was well received at the top of River street parking garage (where the sword fighting group hang).
Dung-Fu Grip appeared bummed no one found 2nd LC as that liquor was Germanic (guess we’ll get to try it at tonight’s hash). Religon took place on top of parking garage Oswald’s. Just Mara was the beer fairy. Noted for anal-versaries: Puff for his 50th Haring (he got the cool kids mug), Pink Cherry Licker for her 50th Hash run! And co-religious advisor Cuff my Muff’s 169th hash! Get a life get a life. We had 3 virgins this night. Wicked Retahted brought MJ, Fucked-Over fest brought two: Amanda and Kymberly,
all chose the joke route. BUT, Just Mara (Six-o nine’s guest) decided since it was her first SCH3 hash to show off her titts. Everybody seemed happy. And the hare! Thanks Dung-Fu for introducing us to ‘The Krampus’,
we should definitely do it again next year. On on to Tampico’s we went.
See you wanker’s tonight at the West-End tap room…..

Occasional Rapist

the beer and drink selections are endless there….It was hella cold out this night so we stayed in to drink. Hangs Loose and Chewy managed to find warmth on the front deck. Drinking to prepare for Cumcerto’s solo concerto as who knew what we would be awaiting:) Trail was marked fairly well, down Mission we went and then a right down Laurel St. past SC High down to….right on toward’s the flats…this is where things turned ugly. Trail continued on the train tracks. I thought for sure we’d likely run toward’s the SC Wharf (by the tressel) but low and behold it was a straight on in death march to the beer check. The longest, loniest (and dryest) walk in the dark. We cursed in the dark about a few things a.) a bum must have snagged LC cause we couldn’t find it and did not want to risk getting poked by some lost syringe needle in the bush, b.) there better not be a fuckin train a coming c.) poor Nipple-less Butt and his bare paws on all that broken glass, smartly he walked mostly on the wood slats and came out alive and well, thank god we have a vet hasher Wet Feral Pussy was there to inspect. Then we came upon the FRB’s, at beer check on the train tracks at Bay/near California. Trail was surpisingly short for Cumcerto, I guess she didn’t want us to bitch too much on a longer trail, but
RA was the duo pair Cuff My Muff and Accuprick. Noted missing from trail was Hugh Heifer, I suppose she took advantage of Twisted Fister having the beer trough (he wanted to use it for the extra night in NorthSouth) and decided to slowly make her way to the best part of a hash, Religion. Nothing was funnier to see than our appointed beer fairy, Hangs Loose wearing the crown of shame and taking a piss, god I wish Puff had gotten a shot of that, LOL. Visitors to report: Just Jenna came back
, she reported now living in San Diego as her excuse for not hashing sooner, and Dirty Late Cummer who’s in Monterey now I believe. The task for the night was in naming Just Ed, after much fun deliberations, can we hear a drum roll please…..he was named, Fucked-over-Fest,
as we all know he loves everything about Edtoberfest. Welcome to the hasher family way of life…..And the hare…Thank you Cumcerto
for not killing us on trail:)
as the hares of this debauchery had the theme of a flip flop trail or a van’s style trail. I decided to wear my Teva’s and chose to do the easier flip flop trail, but in case I could have chosen to run the van’s trail (better than flip flops but ya still get the feel). Now Dirty Dolmas showed up and I decided to support her and walk the flip flop trail, what a disaster that turned out to be, no one knew where they we’re going and DD was so discouraged she gave up and went home. I then proceeded to BC, next time never chit chat with your co-hounds, always find flour on your own so that your never led astray, I mean how did they fuck up and miss the check at Water and Soquel?(
blessed us with a visit of their beautiful dtr. Micah (hope spelling right). Ghettoman even showed up last minute too. He always manages to get to start the lastest but manages to get to BC first (with FRB’s) damn them military men, or hey goota luv them. We wanted virgins to show us their goods but dumb jokes they squandered. Somehow Paki Sak was the only hound whom missed BC? We had visit from an official so we made religion short. And the Hares!…. Thanks for letting us slow down a bit, if not a few of us, took it easy this night and drank a few, walked a few, and just took in the sights, smells of our awesomeness SC summertime! Locals rule!