Welcome Welcome Welcome to the Year of Beaver + Tits
Or Bumble Tits, or Beaver of Steel, or something like that.
The next Full Moon Hash will be on September 9th as part of Holy F#ck’s Beer Sampling Tour.
More details to be posted soon – including hash cash, start location and approximate crawl times.
This will not be a running hash – wear your street clothes!
Bumble Beaver and Tits of Steel are looking for hares for the Full Moon season! Let us know if you can hare a full moon hash near one of these dates!
Here are some dates:
October 12
November 10
December 10
Jan 9
Feb 7
Mar 8
April 6
May 6
June 4
July 3
August 2
What you missed at the AGM:
2 Clump Chump and Tube Cock set a shitty trail and only four of you half-minds showed up to the Druids Keep to r*n it… 3 Balls, Just Matt, Can You Hear Me Now? and Tits of Steel. Another old hasher who stopped running because of "piles" was there, keeping the barstool warm while we attempted to locate trail. We set out on trail and CYHMN immediately went the wrong way, ignored the yells of the hares, and No-No’ed it all the way to the Beer Check.
This left the trio of Justt Matt (thought it looked better with double T’s in both words), 3 Balls, and Tits to find trail. Our memories are bad due to all the beer we drank that night and no one kept notes. Somewhere past 2nd and Fairmount there was a back check and somehow TOS managed to make 3Balls feel bad for her enough to slow down so off they went to the south. Just Matt got lost despite the loud yelling of "On On!" every few blocks and wasn’t seen again until the beer check. TOS and 3Balls continued around Northern Liberties and Old City, pretty much circle jerking around blocks that seemed to be set up to make the trail as long as possible while still making the harriers feel like morons for not cutting and finding shortcuts. Straight through the Edgar Allen Homes we went, and some sketchtastic scenery as well as a few offers to buy many different types of drugs and hookers were offers. Luckily Mayor Nutter declared a curfew so we were not victims of a flash mob. We declined hoping for a Beer Near, and then found it in an empty abandoned lot right by the train tracks around 8th and Girard. After drinking of the sweet, delicious nectar, I mean PBR and Lord Chesterfield, CYHMN came from the northeastly direction, he had No-No’d the whole half of the trail to the beer check! We stood around and hoped not to get picked up by any cops for soliciting and were almost done our beers when a mugger or Just Matt’s shadow was seen coming down 8th street. Lucky for us it was Just Matt, also none of us had anything to give up other than a half drank beer and smelly running clothing.
After the beer check, we took off in the direction that CYHMN had come from, but he chose to return with us and double back on his path rather than nono the whole way. As a large group of 4, we were significantly safer in the hood. We ran through some streets and then some more, and some other more ones and got lost at a 5 pt star around 4th and George. Up and around past some warehouses we went and then we proceeded to get lost again at the Piazza. Finally a trail was found and not long after, a shot check in a playground, just the way 2 Clump likes to meet his girlfriends. We drank again of the sweet alcohol and set back off on trail. Somewhere before the shot check we lost CYHMN on the trail he had already run! Then it was up and around through where the homeless guys live under I-95 and some creepy abandoned warehouses that the casino has not gentrified yet. Just Matt and 3 Balls picked up the pace on an extremely dark, cobblestone street where all kinds of shit must go down on a regular basis, so I had to push it real hard sprinting to make it back to the bar without getting sold into the black market and shipped off to another country. Finally back at Druid’s Keep, a lot more people had showed up and smartly autohashed including Sausage, Rimmer, Bonsai Bush, Elmo, Broken Rod, Just Sadie, Just Clifford, and more… Many accusations were made, we drank a lot of beers out of the special drinking vessels of the Philly Full Moon.