EWH3 Hash Trash #1132: The Summer of ’69 Trail!

When: Thursday, June 27, 2019

Where:  Takoma Metro (Red Line)

Birthday Empress: Shamrock Your Cock

Hares:  Cum Dumpling, Coxxx on Demand, Infidellatio, Issues & Tissues, and You Can’t Handle the Poop

Virgin:  Just Patrick

Visitor:  Rusty Grundle from Chicago H3

On-After:  Olive Lounge

Y’all this was a very special trail for our very own self-proclaimed “Alpha Bitch” Shamrock Your Cock.  She literally told me this at my second trail ever while I was beer bitching, and she’s remained a hashing icon ever since.  It was her 50th birthday, and nothing says “Hashy Birthday, Fuck You” like getting made fun of in front of all your friends after doing a trail with way too many hills, getting rained on, and having such wet shoes your foot feels like a diaper.

Violations

  • Dial F was violated for luring Mourning Wood, Special Head Kid, and Heaven’s Gape to sit on his big wood at beer check.
  • Speaking of big wood, What’s a Boner took a big facefull of it tripping on a slippery bridge crossing.
  • Speaking of things about dicks, everyone was so bewitched with all of the rainbow roosters on trail that Schrodinger’s Cock confused “on right” with “car right” and nearly died because he was, for once, paying attention to a cock other than his own.
  • You Can’t Handle The Poop shared that in the winter time stray cats will come and sit on the cover of his hot tub to get warm.  I mean, the man’s got to get pussy some how…
  • And finally, Shamrock Your Cock as the birthday honoree and woman of the hour received a very special violation on behalf of the hares for their over two mile first half walkers trail.  Because honestly, I can’t blame her for thinking that was a manageable distance for all those times Tony Panda told her what 8 inches looks like.

And no naming, but a HUGE FUCKING HASHY BIRTHDAY to Shamrock who apparently fucked right off to Aruba the second trail was over.  EDub loves ya, baby!

On – the hills have thighs – on,

Stain Gretzky

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EWH3 Hash Trash #1128: The Derby Days Trail!

When: Thursday, May 30, 2019

Where:  Stadium Armory Metro (Silver / Orange / Blue Line)

Hares:  Special Head Kid, Just Roxy, Heaven’s Gape, Seizure’s Phallus, Basement Boy Toy, Melabonin, and Stain Gretzky (that’s me!!)

Virgins:  Just AJ

Visitor:  technically a long-time-no-see-em, Tosh.Homo

On-After:  Trusty’s, where good decisions go to die

Violations

  • First, to the Ore-Ho, Son, What The Fuck?!, for buying us Silly Circles.  This is offensive because 1) I take my circles very seriously and 2) because Silly Circles are featured on the “crappy off brands” sub Reddit.
  • Pinnochi-ho was violated for skipping half of trail to snare Special Head Kid, taking his shorts, hoisting them aloft on a giant stick, and then affixing them to a dumpster so he didn’t have to keep holding them, but more importantly, because SHK couldn’t reach them up there.
  • Tragic Carpet Ride was heard commenting that the melty mint julep Jell-O shots looked like a placenta.  First of many questions I have… how do you know that??  And, it didn’t stop me from eating 6 of them and yelling at everyone to help me out on second half of walkers’ trail.
  • The inimitable and resourceful General’s Farm Animal noted that these extremely minty shot checks would refresh your breath both going down and coming back up later.  *retching noises*
  • Our GM, Throbbin’ Hood, was caught demonstrating his bug spray application technique that put bug spray directly into his own eyes… and his hash mug.  Inside and out, he’s certainly making sure that every inch of him is covered!
  • Scooter Kunte, DC-based science teacher that she is, loudly mistook the Anacostia River for a reservoir.  Does she even go here??
  • And a commendation for Just Paul with his giant black beard, olive complexion, and American flag silkies… a look for all occasions, but especially for when you want your dick to say “Freedom,” but your face to say “Detained by TSA.”

And, giddyup, dear reader, we had a very solemn occasion for smurf-handjob professional, Just Roxy!!!

Just Roxy’s a grad student in economics (Go Terps!) and she can’t move backwards.  Maybe It’s Gaybelline is her sugar daddy, by which I mean he supplies her favorite substance to masturbate with (it’s semen).  The meanest thing she ever did was break up with someone because he wasn’t weird enough.  The weirdest thing she ever did was give someone head immediately after anal sex.  She also masturbated in the front seat of a car while her mom was driving.  Some top name suggestions included Kelly-Anne Cumway and The Thin Brown Line.  But because she’s a cougar and has a strong preference for non-white dudes, especially Middle Eastern hotties like Aladdin, Just Roxy shall henceforth and forevermore throughout the world of hashing be known as… They Blow Up So Fast!

On – KaBOOM! – on,

Stain Gretzky

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EWH3 Hash Trash #1127: On Wednesdays we are (pretty in) Pink Trail!

When: Thursday, May 23, 2019

Where:  Georgia Ave / Petworth Metro (Yellow / Green Line)

Hares:  Scooter Cunte, Roll Over, Bitch!, Heaven’s Gape, Tragic Carpet Ride, Slut Machine, and Barebackin’ Pearls

Virgins:  Justs David, Hailey, and Lexy

Visitor:  Snap, Crackle, POOP! (he homeless) and Barebackin’ Pearls (yay transplant!)

On-After:  Midlands Beer Garden! and I actually went!  Can’t remember the last time I went to an on-after.  But seriously who TF thought it was a good idea to unleash hashers on a bar that is serving a 19.5% beer on tap.  This morning I was feeling a little rough (dot) gov

Violations High School Stereotypes

  • Fat kid: Stain Gretzky had to make a special request to the brew crew (thanks guys!) for napkins to clean Cheeto dust out of her fingerprints to unlock her phone and read her scribe notes.
  • Slutty cheerleader: Just Ben brought his own nipple tassels and was teaching everyone in the alley how to use them.  Fun fact: apparently different types of thrashing make them swing in opposite or the same direction.  See ya under the bleachers later!
  • Science nerd: Dial F was bragging to everyone on trail that his beehives were just around the corner.  His beehives are right over there!  His beehives are just ahead!  But honestly y’all, I shouldn’t have been surprised that when we got there, they were smaller than advertised.
  • Homoerotic jocks: Goldman Ballsachs bent over in the middle of trail to mark a check and Quid Pro Blow read the nearby SPEED HUMP sign as a direction to rail Goldman from behind at full speed.
  • Prom committee: the hares.  Trail was highly advertised, some people kinda dressed up, I drank some booze near a dumpster, it really wasn’t *that* bad, but it was over pretty quickly and I was left asking myself “was that it…?”
  • Running backpack kid: Just David.
  • The kids your mom definitely doesn’t want you to hang out with: the hares, who had us all drinking in public, playing in traffic, seriously contemplating climbing a rusty fence to break into a muggle’s yard, and doing the exact opposite of following instructions.

And we had a very solemn occasion for Just Ahren!!!  Just Ahren has been hashing since February and spends his days managing an inbound call center and telling people to push buttons over the phone.  He’s into acroyoga, tumbling, balancing, and “elbow stuff.”  His fetishes include hentai, social anxiety, and holding his bladder while going through security checkpoints.  He’s a slow cooker, both in terms of food and sex.  But because of his preference for internet porn over IRL stuff, henceforth and forevermore throughout the word of hashing, Just Ahren shall be known as VOIP (Vagina Optional, Internet Preferred).

On – On Wednesdays we wear tetanus – on,

Stain Gretzky

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