Today’s THE HASH NEEDS YOU email reminded me that I’d agreed to scribe (I thought doing the Hash Trash meant I was the night’s designated drunk)…. Here is what I can resurrect from my beer soaked scribbles:

HASH 1484 @ Domi’s Brazilian Lawn, hared by the hosts
FEB 20, 2012

Critique of the Trail: BagOBones was afraid to comment on the run because of Domi’s new cane, but Saggy Haggis who wears trousers to the hash? said he enjoyed the waifs at the Beer Stop (certainly more than anyone enjoyed the special brew procured by Domi on a school trip).
Next Week’s Hash: Hosted by UpAndAdam, on Chole near The Spot. Special map forthcoming for those hashers, who, like Rockclimber, have trouble finding The Spot. Speaking of UPcoming events, we were reminded not to forget the AGPU, Easter Hash at South Beach and Bagamoyo Relay in mid May (#1500!!!).
Random Song: I have no idea why we sang the French song, but always appreciate taking the piss out of some other nationality.
Bizniz: Karibuni to visiting GMs — Dirty Pussy from Maputo and Mother Chalker from DCH4 (Washington, DC, that is), who were joined by others gullible enough to assume the title elsewhere (Umbilical, Wounded Knee).
Jokes/Skits: Headgasket and Shaggy Haggis were forced to act out a joke about an airplane and a nymphomanic and all I can say is please don’t email the GM jokes anymore.
Crimes and Misdemeanors identified by the RA (Rockclimber):
- Domi for falling off bicycle (yes, there was a reenactment)
- Shark Killer for stretching
- Shark Killer and Mother Chalker for wearing new looking shoes or laces (punishment of warm safari made even warmer by filter through shoes)
- Bananas in Pajamas for leading the hash astray (punishment of a vertical triple (or was it a shower))
- Big Cox for thieving from the beer stop on this, her last hash L (punishment: a vertical triple of the lovely bamboo beer)
- Americans for having the day off (heros)
- Domi – for remounting her bicycle
- Gary Glitter for (a) not drinking own products, (b) checking out other establishments during beer stop, and (c) refusing to sample what might be a competitive product: Domi’s bamboo beer
Virgins: Mother Chalker was a virgin to Dar HHH, but certainly no virgin. He was joined in the circle by other nonvirgins Jesus, Brazilian Lawn and Domi, but none could name an exciting FSP (maybe they are virgins after all). They were treated to our famous Ode to Warm Safari.
Naming: Dr. Cox first came at Gary Glitter’s and Big Cox gave lots of juicy tidbits for potential names. The poor hemotologist will henceforth be known as Cocks Doctor (every hash needs one).
Hash Shit: Nominations included Jesus (wearing his grandson’s shorts), Peter (coming late quietly), Bananas in Pajamas, Dominatrix, Flatulence, Big Cox, but from the beginning it was clearly going to Fully Fitted for losing his hat and then keeping it on the circle.
Penultimately: the closing anthem
Finally, when even the Mikocheni mozzis had gone to bed: pizza, salad and brownies!
ON OFF,
Nurse Ratched, visiting scribe

Hash Trash - number 1481 FEB 6, 2012

Hares: Enema Queen & Brazilian Lawn

Hello hashers. Not sure why it’s me writing this. Must have been standing without a beer in my hand looking intelligent and charming. That’ll teach me.

So, there was a hash. But of course the trail was awful. Creamy cone claimed there was NO PAPER! And we’re not talking about provisions in the toilets. Desperate felt it was ‘a bit random’. But then when you look at the group that makes up the DarHHH that kind of sums up the crowd. Ms P Pockets reminded us all that the Zanzee Bar hash (never heard of it, sounds like a hang out for country dancers if you ask me) is NEXT Saturday 18th. Apparently it’s meat at 3pm by the big tree opposite Mer.. something. Not sure if its steaks or mishikaki. So anyway, the general extended debacle that is the circle commenced; candyman was looking for a snip, meanwhile nuts4love had her passage blocked by head gaskett whilst wounded knee proclaimed to all that he had a vast collection of red dresses available for the valentines hash.

It was wonderful to have Jesus visiting of course, although he has still failed to purchase a proper pair of shorts and insists on parading around in his grandson’s boxers. Rockclimber made an excellent attempt at hash-innovation with a singing and beat-box combo. Not sure if anyone else knew what his ginger brain was expecting but needless to say it was a disaster, and try as she might she of the tunes Fiona Kennedy was unable to rescue the feature, despite an admirable late entry from flatulence on the human beatbox... which is not, contrary to hash-belief, standing over someone kicking them in the ribs.

The climber of rocks was held to account for the needless disposal of the amber liquid and admirably downed his cupful in 7 seconds, just shy of his record for longevity in the bedroom. At least he’s consistent.

Excellent to see so many virgins. Clearly we’ll be lucky to see any of them again although its just possible they will forget the abuse they received over time: Rick (virgin for the 2nd time, whatever that means), Nate, Mike (lover of the tricycle who cunningly gave nothing away on that front), Daniel, Fiona (‘now an alcoholic’) and Twiggy. Welcome!

And finally (yes, the circle did eventually end, but not until about 2 in the morning) the honour of hash shit was rested jointly upon the GM, Cockroach and the RA, Rockclimber.

Thanks to Hitler for hosting.

On on!

Inspector Gadget

Run no: 1480 (20 runes to go for run 1500) (520 to run 2000 and 10 to run 1490)
Venue: Dutch House Theatre
Grandmaster: Cockroach
Religious Advisor: Rockclimber
Hares: Transvesdyke, Dominatrix & Umbilical
A very good turnout to Transvesdykes first haring experience and farewell run in one, run was most pleasant with short cuts for the lazy B***ards. Run marked by Head Gasket who rambled on without direction or purpose, an intended metaphor for the run? we’ll never know. Walk was described as boring by Brazilian Lawn who quickly retracted when he realized the walk was led by his better half.
Next week’s run is being set by Enema Queen with the venue to be confirmed (watch email).
Naming and shaming, Hash Cash Dominatrix donned her school mistress outfit to dish out punishment to delinquent hashers who committed the heinous crime of not paying their hash cash,
Shark Killer and Polycarb were singled out and were punished by being made to stay to the very end of the circle.
As well as hosting and haring Transvesdyke is also leaving and was presented with a non-personalized (austerity measures) hash t-shirt, he was also given a horizontal down down by Dominatrix which mostly spilled on his new non-personalized hash t-shirt.
Gary Glitter was hauled in for chasing females and endured the triple with Big Cox and Just Sharon where he helpfully advised them to not to spit it out but to drink, advice that he gives all his young friends.
Nurse Ratched was singled out as Hash Hero for driving to the beer stop then driving back to the start and then walking to the beer stop, as opposed to driving to the start and hashing to the beer stop like a regular hasher. Centrefold was hauled in with Poppodom as a Paris Hilton lookalike, this was followed by Santa who was caught using his mobile and was asked to select some elves (Just Liz) and think of toys for Ms Hilton, while the rest of us pondered our beers they proposed a leash (such originality, this is why people write letters to Santa telling him what they want). This prompted the return of Dominatrix and eventual down downs all round. (Needless to say this shambles was overseen by the RA)
Transvesdyke was charged with numerous offences only having 2 H’s outside the gate (obviously a Dutch Hash House), the abundance of paper was attributed to an uncanny likeness to Julian Assange and the checks were apparently not marked with a circle (I was back hare so never saw any checks), Panty Pockets presented him with a vertical triple which his new non-personalized hash t-shirt did a poor job of soaking up.
The over 50’s were invited into the circle so that a dementia t-shirt could be paraded around them although being over 50 none of them noticed. Admitting to being middle aged were Head Gasket, Bag of Bones, Hard Wired, Santa, Gary Glitter, Polycarb, Squirrel, Boogie Boobs, Brazilian Lawn and Panty Pockets (ten in all, next week is the turn of the over 60’s where the turn-out is expected to be much higher)
Umbilical was reprimanded for giving the longest part of the hash shit gear to co-hash shit Shark killer thereby risking the fate of her falling arse over tit, Boogie Boobs joined the triple for starting on the beer before even paying her Hash Cash (Hash Hero?)
12 More demented virgins, usual questions answers below: George, Holland, Me, Self Starter; Libby, Wales, Big Cox, Married (no sex); Pat, Ireland, just Sharon, no sex in Ireland (that’s why they emigrate); Andy, Oz, Big Cox, Dark scared and alone; Dan, Dorset, Head Gasket, Married (likes them all); Emma, Sweden, Polycarb, On top; Jessica, USA, Head Gasket, Virgin; Susanna, Slovakia, Brazilian Lawn, Ask my husband (not present); Frederick, Sweden, Brazilian Lawn, ?; Matt, USA, Head Gasket, from behind (in honor of head gasket); Kate, USA, Head Gasket, Rusty Trombone (censored description by Rockclimber); Liz, Mauritius, Website, anyone in Tanzania; and if you are still reading you will note a waste of time, ink and paper
Squirrel was welcomed to the over 50’s with his first Viagra but he took it too early and Nut Cracker was not around resulting in a broken wrist.
And finally the Hash Shit, Big Cox nominated Gary Glitter for telling her to swallow Gary Glitter nominated Big Cox for not swallowing (all beer related we are assured), Head Gasket was nominated for siphoning petrol from a dog (or some such activity), Huge Heifer and Centrefold were nominated for wearing matching t-shirts (capital offence surely). After a close vote it went to Gary Glitter and he was joined by the 12 virgins (remember them) for swing low etc
On on
Umbilical

Host: SANTA, BIG COX and Lauren (now Creamy Cum)
GM: COCKROACH
RA’s CANDY MAN and ROCK CLIMBER
CASH: DOMI
SCRIBE: OUTLAW

Gary Glitter claims run was fabulous, short checks, no rules and very aromatic.
UP IN Adam claims the walk was extremely hazardous as a TV nearly fell on his head !
NEXT HASH : To set set by Transvesdyke
It will be near the French School by the Fish Market if your stuppid - Its Mkadini Rd, turn off left by the former Quey West Florida Club heading for French School, take firts right and its a plot on the right maked HH
ANNOUNCEMENT: ZANZIBER HASH FEB 11TH, 3pm SET BY PANTIE POCKETS, MEET AT BIG TREE, By MERCURY’s. COST 5000 BOB (THS)
CRIMINALS :
FLAT JOHN, WENT DOWN ON KIRSTY ! SEVERAL TIMES TO THE AMUSEMENT OF CANDY MAN (do we here the piiter patter of jelly babies

AYE AYE AYE , LATE ! PLUS BAD FOOTWEAR
JUST ELLY , BAD FOOTWEAR
BANANA IN PAJAMAS, RUBBISH KIT
TRANVESDYKE, RUBBISH KIT
TWITCHER AND HITLER, SHOWING OFF RUNNING RINGS ROUND PEOPLE
BIG COX, SENDING PEOPLE THE WRONG WAY AS FRONT HARE

FESTA, DROPPING ALL HIS CASH IN THE WAY TO THE HASH (The locals cleared it quicker than ants)
BIG COX CAUSED OUTRAGE BY WASTING GOOD BEER OVER THE R.A.
VIRGINS:
AUSTIN MKACHA FROM NAIROBI KENYA , LIKES IT DOGGY.
CHRISTENINGS:
LAUREN A LAWYER FROM PENSYLVANIA: HASH NAME: CREAMY CUM
LUKE, A DUTCH DANCING ACTOR : HASH NAME : TRANVESDYKE
HASH SHIT: A DUEL EFFORT : UMBILLICAL AND SHARK KILLER , TOO MUCH PUBLIC PETTING ! ALTHOUGH UMBILLICAL HAD NO RECOLECTION

ON ON

Hash Trash 1478
MACTILDA HASH (in celebration of the birth of Robert Burns, and Australia National Day)
22 January 2012
Bongoyo Island
Hares: BagOBones, Panty Pockets
GM: Cockroach
RA: Rock Climber
Games Mistress: HornyGoat

Another wonderful, fun-filled, action-packed MacTilda Hash. How do we do it? Only through meticulous planning – so many Mismanagement meetings – no detail too small to be considered – nothing is left to chance - so that on the day everything works with the smooth precision of a well-oiled machine. Notorious cheapskates Fester and Rock Climber opted to save money by not taking the ferry, and dog-paddling across instead. Imagine the horror of the local fisherman when he found that the Red Snapper he thought he had hooked turned out to be an inedible Ginger Freakfish. And four hours later, two sodding (sorry, sodden) cream-crackered Hashers crawled up the beach on the island. Bongoyo Cathedral was packed for the Annual Service of Re-Dedication, with Cardinal Bones officiating, and Panty Pockets reading the First Lesson. Sadly, only one Aussie attended, and a half-breed at that, but there were any number of Jocks. The singing of the hymn raised the roof. It was a wet walk back along the beach, but SharkKiller had had the foresight to bring a snorkel, so, despite the best efforts of the tide, we all made it. The Circle was in the sea, complete with salty Safari Down Downs, a general lack of control (the sea turning a yellow colour), Sparkle in trouble for leaving her knickers behind at Gary Glitter’s place, and the Hashit going jointly to Rock Climber and Fester for being short-cutting bastards. After a good lunch, CuchyGucci, HashDance, LateCummer, and Rock Climber fell asleep with their mouths open dribbling. As always, the Harriettes won the tug-of-war, the GM’s team won the Elephant Football, and Nuts4Lurve played a blinder in the Welly-Wanging contest.

On On
BoB

Hash Trash 1477
16 January 2012
Gary Glitter’s Place
Hares: Gary Glitter, Undertaker, Dominatricks
GM: Cockroach
Guest RA: Rock Climber

We went this way and that, up and down, and roundabout in a very disciplined, tidy way, with no-one doing anything noteworthy. The absence of the usual Piss Artists was sorely felt. Hopefully they will be back for the MacTilda Hash on Sunday (pick-up at 08.000 hours at a mystery location). Don’t forget- paraphrasing the words of the Immortal Prawn - to SLAP it on, SLIP it in, then SLOP it about a bit (Prawn was talking about sunscreen of course, Ed). And don’t forget…NO DOGS, NO AIRHEADS, NO DRAMA QUEENS, NO SPACE CADETS, NO CULTURE VULTURES, NO CONTROL FREAKS, AND DEFINITELY NO PUFFTAS (It will be nice to have the island to myself for once, Ed).

NWH will be hosted by Santa, somewhere near the Colosseum (handy for throwing him to the lions afterwards). The GM took a leak over two dead ex-Marines (Fully-Fitted and Cuchy Gucci) and the RA took Twitcher, Just Luke, Just Alice, Centrefold, Huge Heifer (wearing a heart monitor!) and Cuchy Gucci (driving to the Hash from Valhalla!) to task for various offences. GG & BB & PP did an interpretive dance that was so crap that they were punished with the Triple. We sang Hashy Birthday to Sparkle (aka Miss Bossy) Easy Let and Moonhole. Up and At Em was unwise enough to complain about his Hash Name and was rewarded with the new name CAN’T GET IT UP ADAM (something to do with his skill as a pianist apparently, but I don’t get it myself). And Big Vicky will NAFM be known as BIG COX (something to do with her skill as a rower apparently, but I don’t get it myself). After all that smut it was good to see a clutch of cute, young, American, fresh-faced, giggly lesbians push forward when the RA sent out the call for Virgins – the RA must have thought he had died and gone to heaven. No-one seemed to notice another Virgin – Just John – who was standing at the back, saying nothing, He was crossing his legs nonchalantly, so either gay, or trying to stop wetting himself. He took the Triple without a splutter and was far better at it than his companions – Wet Dream and Santa. The Hashit went to Just John for dumb insolence. And the Circle ended with a catchy number written by Wallace Willis in 1862 on the banks of the Mississippi.

On On
BoB

HASH TRASH
Run No. 1445
Venue: Jackie’s Bar
Hares: NiteRider, Hitler, Panty Pockets
Grandmaster: Cockroach
Religious Advisor: Candyman

He’s not called NiteRider for nothing, and it must have been half past nine (cf “half past nine, hang yer knickers on the line”) when everyone finally got back to Jackie’s. There was a lot of running backwards and forwards to no great purpose, but I suppose that’s Hashing. Any road, I am sure next week’s Hash will be very different, as we were told it will have a German theme and will be hosted by Hitler from his bunker. Who will be his Eva Braun?

Get Me Off encouraged us to attend the Fashion Festival from 23-26th on Kenyatta Drive somewhere..there will be lots of laundry.. sorry, lingerie. It had completely escaped me that Hilary was in town, but not the GM, who used it as an excuse to re-enact one of the most climactic events in recent American political history - Castrato played the part of Bill, Boring was the spitting image of Monica, while Nuts4Lurve (to give her her real name for once) looked on in disgust.

The RA had a field day - what with
i) outrageously late Latecummers: Get Me Off, Boring, Banzai
ii) SCBs: Castrato, Boxer, Lady in Red, F-Off (“it couldn’t have been me, I’m too stupid to shortcut”)
iii) DoubleTrouble watering the trail
iiii) Twitcher twitching and Sharkiller stretching
iiiiii) Swinging Spear using his mobile (talking to his broker probably)
iiiiiiii) Returnees: Banzai, CandyBlower, NiteRider, Harry, and Violate My Booty

It had completely escaped me that it was the 50th Anniversary of the invasion of Tanzania by the Peace Corps - the first country in which they spread peace and joy and american values (sic). Claire and Amanda are the current, very acceptable, faces of this cultural imperialism.

Virgins included Simon - a lumberjack from Norway - plus three American Beauties/Cuties: Leya, Amanda and Claire. Wounded Knee made them come - you’ve got to hand it to him, he can charm the birds out of the trees. When asked the Big Question, Claire said “my favourite sexual position is boring....” and the rest was drowned out by laughter. Boring finally got lucky. Let’s hope he stops talking long enough to savour it properly.

Then Olivia and Sparkle did the Squashy Banana Dance (yeh, I like it...let’s add this to our repertoire). Nuts$Lurve has had a significant birthday and is flying off without telling her husband (following the Wikileaks State Dept revelations this is one service family that is now communicating only on a strict ‘need to know’ basis). The GM rounded up the usual suspects (must stop watching Casablanca so much) for Hashit, but the honour went to someone new - Castrato - who doesn’t know how to wear a girdle. And surprise surprise, it all ended on a musical note.

On On
BoB

Easy money
Faithless women
Red-eye whiskey ..for the pain

HASH TRASH
Run No. 1444
Venue: Yatch Club Beach Banda
Hares: Boxer, Head Gasket, Swinging Spear
Grandmaster: Cockroach
Religious Advisor: Candyman

Boxer told us the run was going to be a short 6 clicks. When everyone finally made it in at 8.30 - with the Little Women telling me how they had been in fear of their virtue on the long dark road back - Donkey Bonk said “6 km, my ass!” and Foxy Pussy said it was way too long (she should be so lucky) - yet she still had time to be caught doing something with Fully Titted in the bushes.

ManCuff was fingered as a Trail-Mistress-Lookalike-Without-The-Gum, but he didn’t have a clue about NWH. This brought back fond memories of previous Trailmasters - Beach Balls and Ripper - who were both about as much use a chocolate fireguard. This was ManCuff’s last Hash. He used to whinge about the beer supply, but unlike the rest of us, he got stuck in and took over as Beer Meister. Good on yer mate. Go well.

Two creeps - Umbilical and SharKiller - tried to creep away between the legs of other Hashers - said that they were going to a birthday party - suggestions that it was Sharky’s 16th birthday were scotched - she can’t be that old.

ShortCutters, and those who were deemed neither one thing nor t’other included Get Me Off, Shaggy, ManCuff, Boxer and BagOBones. Get Me Off was also a returnee whose excuse was that she had been trying to find a home for two coconut retrievers (don’t ask me).

As everyone knows, Candyman is restricted to the missionary position because he is the Religious Advisor. But it turns out it’s the only position he knows anyway. He admitted to thinking that Reverse Cowgirl was a conceptual position, not hard-nosed reality much favoured by our dumb friends. So, neophytes Andrew and Katy gave him a very spirited demonstration ( I particularly liked Katy’s flourish with the lassoo - must try that). The technical consultant was Donkey Bonk.

Virgins included Alex (freestyle) Hamid (doggy - surprise, surprise, he’s from London) and Rock Climber (Houdini - I just know you’re going to hear a lot more of him).

The contest for Hashit was a complete shambles as usual but the honour went to Rock Climber for being far too upfront for a new arrival. As if we haven’t got enough Hashers on Ritalin already.

As in all the best Circles we ended with SLSC.

On On
BoB

HASH TRASH
Run No. 1443
Venue: Cocoa Beach
Hares: Nutzy Crunch, Fully Fitted and Dominatrix
Grandmaster: Cockroach
Religious Advisor: Undertaker

Brave Hashers and those who really don’t care that much about their wing mirrors gathered in force at Cocoa Beach for a fine Hash over not-so-familiar territory. It was hosted by a man in a suit, with a vague resemblance to DumbAss. Afterwards the GM promised us a short one, and true to his word almost immediately handed over to the RA - but not before Nurse Ratched made an appearance as a very believable Bumtitty lookalike (next weeks host). Misdemeanours included Nutcracker for racing the kids, and Boring for sitting in the Circle. The traditional running order having been completely thrown out of the window the Virgins were then paraded around for our titillation. Speaking of which, Chrissie from over the pond likes to be on top, Mike from London likes it grasshopper style, Richard from West Virginia Mountain Momma, likes reverse cowgirl (very predictable) and Andrea from Nashville Tennesseee is easy (to please). Sparkle was in deep do-do for climbing trees and doing cartwheels - when told to bring in Hashers to drink her down down with her she chose Kilin’dogo and Shark-killer, at which point Squirrel (1.86m) complained about blatant “heightism”. Tyler (as in Mary Tyler Moore?) was called to drink a down down from his very new and very expensive Nike trainers. Nurse Ratched wanted to celebrate the fact that it was D-Day......She, Nutzy, Fully Fitted and Nancy represented the Allies (didn’t the Brits have a small part in it too?) - Stefano, F-Off and Hitler represented the Axis Powers - and Umbilical and Spare were the Neutrals. Somehow along the way the celebration turned into a vote for Hashit. I reckon (and under Camp Bed’s administration i decided these things) the voting was pretty equal, but the GM in his wisdom reckoned the Axis Powers had won. Well of course Stefano didn’t even take part in the Battle for Normandy, so he was out of contention, and F-Off claimed to be only following orders, so the Hashit went to a somewhat bemused Hitler. And the Circle ended with SLSC.

Paragraphs have been suspended until the Mismanagement provides more sodas to drink - Ed

On On
BoB

Hash Trash 1442

Hares: Nurse Ratchet, Wounded Knee and Hitler and this kid
GM: Cockroach
RA: Gary Glitter
Scribe: Shark Killer

Boxer thought the run was short. Nobody agreed with him. Domi said there were lots of vertical ones on the walk.

NWH: Dumb Ass at Coco Beach

Announcements:
Ayaiyai, ACDC’s team member and My Little Pony all fancy free drinks even when free wasn’t meant to be part of the equation.

A Candy Team member left a Candy Team shirt in Wet Dreams Car and didn’t want to admit it was theirs for fear they would be accused of treason. Culprit was Horny Goat.

Doube Trouble carried around a horn and never blew it - not up his arse though thankfully.

There were Horny Goat weed pills being distributed to fitting women - Boogie Boobs, Dominatrix and of course Horny Goat.

Forgetful Bastards were two forgettable dudes, Mark and a virgin called Don

Boring took a dive for the woman running in front of him and fell on his head - he couldn’t quite identify who’s tush it was that caused that reaction so he called on Nuts For Love, Horny Goat and a virgin gal.

Umbilical was considered to be business networking at Hash for sending an sms about a job applicant and calling himself Duncan.

It was a US holiday and the dum dums in the circle couldn’t mention names of previous presidents, kinda like the time a bunch of Americans were asked to mention a country starting with the letter U and they yelled out Yugoslavia. We sang dumdum dumdum, one of them claimed there were other words to that song, other than dumdum dumdum, definitely not as apt we were sure.

Returnees were Dominatrix (she was horizontal), Swinging Spear (incontinent), Fully Fitted, Castrato, Shark Killer

Departees: Boogie Boobs who’s making Wet Dream spend money (impossible), Wet Dream who is going to attend his son’s wedding

Virgins and visitors:
Justin from US came with Wounded Knee and Nurse Ratchet and likes congress of the cow
Don from Canada came with Wounded Knee and Nurse Ratchet and only told Gary Glitter his FSP and he refused to share it with the circle!
Sandra from Canada came with Wounded Knee and Nurse Ratchet and likes it verticle. Don probably didn’t want to say his out loud in case he was wrong.
Kate from Canada came with Wounded Knee and Nurse Ratchet and pretended to be dull and virginal - she likes it with clothes on
Katie from US came with her boyfriend and likes anything with costumes - maybe he doesn’t look good in his baby suit.

Inappropriately dressed were slightly random

Hashit:
Belly Button for tripping and spilling beer
Katie for liking the hashit costume
Fully Fitted for throwing the down down and then pretending to drink it
Nurse Ratchet for something about walking
Wounded Knee for bribing people to come to the hash
Boring - wanting it so bad

Honour was given to Fully Fitted, mostly because he didn’t want it as badly!

On on
Shark Killer