Chicago Hash House Harriers

CH3 #1608 – Hash Trash

This particular Hash Trash actually begins on Sunday night before the hash. Since it was a particularly fine day, I did what any good hasher would do – I skipped the Second City H3 and stayed in. Take that Mother Nature! At some point in the late afternoon or early evening my phone rang and our illustrious hare Odor Eater was on the other end. Not that unusual, as Odor is a stand-up fellow (when he’s not falling over drunk), but when he started me very specific questions about his trail I was a little worried. Specifically, he wanted to know if a two mile trail was going to be too short – well that wouldn’t be too short for me, I’m a slow bastard, but it would definitely be too short for racists like Free VD, Front Running Blonde, and many others (especially since we were in the Green Zone, which does wonders to speed the pack up further thanks to everyone knowing all the streets). So after a little prodding, Odor Eater agreed to do a Turkey-Eagle split and make another, longer, trail for the runners.

Fast forward to Monday night and I’m frantically getting text messages from Odor about where I am – dude, simmer down, it isn’t even 7 yet! Guess those $1 American’s Odor was drinking were making him a little antsy. A good and large crowd arrived at Delilah’s in time for Odor’s trail (even co-hare Rotten Whore managed to make it!), but the pack instantly became skeptical once Odor started leading chalk talk – talk about writing a novel when a paragraph will do! Odor managed to lead the single longest chalk talk that I have ever seen, despite the fact that he was only using standard Chicago-area marks! I think at one point I took a nap and woke up a half-hour later and Odor was still talking! Thank god he finally shut up, and the pack was able to proceed south along Lincoln before quickly ducking into a gangway and into some alleyways – how very R Tard E of Odor!

I wish that I could say that Odor Eater’s trail was particularly eventful, but it really wasn’t – Odor did a fine job of messing up the pack by ducking us down alleyways and gangways, but the pack was filled with runners who blew threw most of his checks and splits. The only interesting thing on trail occurred when the majority of the pack ran right over the Turkey-Eagle split and proceeded on with the Eagle trail. Not this hasher! I made my way in the opposite direction and found myself running next to Super Stuff’her and Just Do Me Slowly as we made our way along the Turkey trail. Somewhere around the second check (two checks on a Turkey? WTF!) R Tard E caught up with us and jumped on Super Stuff’her’s back – how he managed to find us is anybody’s guess, as the three of us had nothing to mark trail with. A few short blocks later the Turkey pack ducked into an alleyway near the parking garage at Illinois Mason Hospital to find Rotten Whore sitting atop a cardboard box (Horn E’s Summer Home, actually) drinking a beer. We all quickly grabbed a beer and started drinking when a few minutes later Odor Eater, Fistful of Pricks, and Corn Star rounded the corner and were quickly followed by Free VD – Free VD? Where did he come from? Nobody had seen him since the first check, and, sure enough, he won the hash by a good five minutes – this wouldn’t have been a problem if Chippendale, the man Free VD beat, hadn’t also beaten the rest of the pack by a solid five minutes. What is wrong with you people? Slow the hell down already! Since there was nothing else to do, I quickly grabbed some chalk and started drawing on the walls of the parking garage, painting a quite beautiful mural of an excellent set of breasts, which Odor Eater quickly changed into eyes, and before the beer stop was over the chalk drawing had morphed into a particularly ugly man.

The pack then finished their beers and walked back to the bar, the entire experiment on trail taking a little over a half-hour with the beer stop taking at least that long at the end. Back at Delilah’s the pack was greeted by Half-Fag (tonight known as Jizz Markie), and all the hashers went upstairs where they were greeted to two hours of free Miller Lite (blah), Leinie’s Summer Shandy (gross), and Pointy Head IPA (OH YEAH!). Half-Fag called circle due to the absence of Calvin Klein and quickly launched into the meanest circle that I have ever seen – no doubt the long day of work Half-Fag endured and the presence of EZ on the Ass got under his skin a little, but I thought he was about to put his nuts in Rhotan’s beer (had Rhotan been there, which he was not). A wide variety of down-downs were given, none of which I actually remember except for the story of Horn E killing a Lincoln Park Floozy with his horn… and then screwing the shit out of her, and eventually the Pointy Head ran out and the upstairs of Delilah’s was opened back up to the general public – little did they know what trouble they were getting in! At one point in the night Horn E, Glory hOle, Ball Cock Dumper, Half-Fag, and I were the only ones left at the bar and we attempted to sing some good old fashioned long songs – and then the manager came over to us and told us to be quiet, jerk.

On-On,
Snatchsquatch

Tale of the Trail – Chicago Hash #1605

Chicago Hash #1605 6.22.09
33 hashers in attendance

The 31st Anniversary of Hashing in Chicago rolls on with its sixth of nine consecutive days of hashing, this time with the Chicago H3 returning to O’Lanagan’s in Lincoln Square. Even more exciting is the fact that this particular run represents the birthday hash for our very own Fistful of Pricks – never mind the fact that Fistful of Pricks’ birthday was actually the day before, a day she spent in a car riding back from visiting Sin City, but that’s neither here nor there. Apparently Fistful of Pricks’ presence in Sin City was enough to convince Lexington hasher Crotch Thumper to drive up and spend several days with us here in the Windy City – hopefully we’ll see some more of her this weekend, as she’s in town this week before heading to the Michigan Interhash.

The pack knew the moment that Fistful of Pricks came back from laying trail that this would be an especially shitty trail, since she had left with a full tub of colors chalk and returned with only a few pieces of it missing. Great. Despite the fact that Fistful of Pricks had so much chalk, only one piece was handed out to the pack in order to sweep trail, so not only would the trail be shitty, it would also follow in the great Chicago tradition of not being swept either. Brilliant. Following the short and sweet chalk talk, trail quickly went south from the bar before hitting the first check after only a few blocks – thanks to Fistful of Pricks actually hiding marks and ducking around corners, the first check actually took the front running bastards like Bloody Asshole more than ten seconds to solve. The pack ducked down several alleyways and made their way towards Lincoln when several late arrivals made their presence known by passing the rest of the pack – despite the fact that Front Running Blonde and Glory hOle were carrying their shag along with them on trail thanks to their not being familiar with the fact that CH3 leaves at 7:30 each and every week in the summer.

Eventually the pack found the second check, and just like the first check it was actually designed to keep the pack together and not because the hare was bored and realized they hadn’t laid a check in a while – unfortunately most of the pack was left standing at the check with the recently returned Super Stuff’her, who couldn’t stop talking about how excited he was that his pimp Just I Lean was finally going to be returning from Spain. Yeah, telling everyone about how you’re going to be camping out at Just I Lean’s mom’s house waiting for him to get home is a nice way to sound super creepy, Stuff’her. Eventually true trial was found heading in a general south and east direction and the pack was once again off. Eventually I found myself once again at the back of the pack along with Crotch Thumper and R Tard E (who was only slightly less excited about Just I Lean’s return than Super Stuff’her). Thanks to Snatchsquatch keeping his eyes open, this mini-pack of DFLs was able to notice when Salty Gash suddenly veered off trail to the north – strange, her boy toy Shiggy Packing Half-Fag Screwnicorn Dolphin lives in the neighborhood and wasn’t at chalk talk – I SMELL A SHORTCUTTING BASTARD! Sure enough, after a few short blocks, trail was once again found and the DFLs had caught up to the trio of Hoosier Daddy, More Tail, and Asscapades. The trail eventually made its way back west to Damen and north towards Lawrence, before ducking into the alleyway near the home of Hasher of a Thousand Names. Thanks to the suddenly warm weather (summer, in June? who knew?), several harriettes even decided to give the older hashers a trill by stripping down to their sports bars – Horn E would like to thank Just Kelly and Slippery Box for giving him the closest thing he’s had to an erection in years!

After the beer stop the pack slowly made their way back to the bar and was greeted by Its Too Soft and Just Steve, who apparently couldn’t be troubled to run trail on this find evening. Circle was called quickly called by the duo of Chicken Stiff’her and Snatchsquatch and copious amounts of alcohol were consumed (except by Horn E, who quickly ducked out of the bar, continuing his hundred-year old boycott of O’Lanagan’s) – despite her late arrival and added weight of her bag, Front Running Blond managed to live up to her name and won the hash (the gazelle that is Free VD had better watch out, as it appears that he now has some competition for the biggest racist of the hash). After hearing some grumbling about the naming of sucK a nana last week, all of the unnamed hashers were pulled into the circle, with the promise that one of them was going to be named this evening – after a few rounds of eliminating hashers, the circle called out that it was officially time to name Just Shaina, and so the RAs were forced to comply (as if that wasn’t Snatchsquatch’s plan in the first place). Since Just Shaina was not very cooperative in offering up information about herself, the circle had very little to go on, but eventually the name Soul Taco was suggested and it quickly won approval from the crowd. Circle was then closed and Glory hOle decided to yell out that the RAs had missed his new shoes, so circle was immediately re-convened, Glory hOle’s shoe was forcibly removed, but instead of drinking his beer from his shoe Glory hOle instead decided to pour it out over his head – twice. EZ On The Hash would be proud.

On-On,
Snatchsquatch