A Wiki and Frosty Furry Hash

Sunday February 23, 2025
A Wiki and Frosty Furry Hash BH3 #2736

Hares: Wiki and Frosty
Bag Car: Udder
Pack: Chunderellie, Clit Notes, Cum Ear, Cummy Sticks, Cums Like Clockwork, Dr BLOW, Edward Sissy Hands, Fireball, Flapjack, Friar, Just Colin, Just Keith, Just Ken, Just Mark, Mudslut, No Man, O'Bone’R, Single Use Camelback, Snuffleupherass, Shart, SWAB, Virgin Santosh, Virgin Tom

Start: Hub Pub
Shot Check: Some park
BC1: Public Gardens
BC2: Post Office Square
Onion: Pilot House Park (Harborwalk)

This was a Wiki trail from start to finish. Wiki was FRB to start, which made everyone nervous about when the hares would leave. Shockingly, the hares left late and about 5 minutes later Frosty came running back into the bar looking very flustered.

Chunderellie: You look like you need a hug (This was actually the start of Chundie hugging a lot of people later)
Frosty: OK
C: “So how's trail going?”
Frosty: “I literally nev-, LITERALLY never again.”

Pack circled up for chalk talk and a variety of wild animals appeared; Unicorns, raccoon, Triceratops, a Manatee, more that I forgot, and of course, the illusive pineapple. The two virgins were introduced, Virgin Santosh and Virgin Tom.

Leg 1:
Trail started out great with two checkbacks in a row, followed by two falses in a row, and then another checkback. We also saw the first of many marks that we could barely read.

Shot Check:
We eventually found a mark of “Brak the shots” which meant Shot check. There was a bottle of McGillicudys and hot cider, which everyone knows is a great combo. Muddy was trying to make a snow shot glass to do the shots, which then turned into her trying to make an ice luge. With hot cider. 

This went as well as you can expect.

Pack then continued through Beacon hill where a hasher photobombed an engagement photo shoot. We went up and down and up and down until we saw a new mark a “FL”, which looked suspiciously like Wiki’s handwriting. Trail went through the Public Gardens where there was a Turkey Eagle split.
Turkey saw some good dogs and stupid parents who parked their stroller in the MIDDLE of the path while they were taking pictures of Make Way For Ducklings. One hasher remarked “What is this Market Basket?”

Eagle went over the frozen swan boat pond. I could tell because Pineapple Cummy was seen walking across.

BC 1: On the corner of the gardens.

Leg 2:
More CB and falses. We also started seeing the “Pink Man” balloons which were fun. At some point there was an animal sound check at some point on trail where people had to make the sound of their animal having sex. Apparently a Raccoon sounds like a horse.

BC 2: Post office square
This BC had one of the Balloon guys that looked like he was humping the tree.

Leg 3:
More CBs and falses. Went past the aquarium where there was a seal check. Just Meghan kept trying to gender the seals and was checking out what was between their flippers.

ONION: Harborwalk park

Circle was started and the bottle of McGillicuddy’s was brought into circle. Someone said, “You can’t finish that whole bottle by the end of circle” Chundie responded, “watch me.” making it his own personal challenge.

Trail was rated both the worst and best Wiki trail so far this year. Any blame for trail was placed solely on Wiki and not on Frosty. Wiki also admitted that the “Frosty Lost” mark was written by him.

FRB/ FBI were Flapjack and Sissy.

DFL no one seemed to know

The two Virgins were devirginzied.

Mudslut was called in for not realizing hot cider on snow was a bad idea. Everyone was called in for thinking a raccoon sounds like a horse. Just Meghan was called in for not having a name. We asked what was the weirdest place you’ve ever had sex, which is Buttler’s shower. We all decided to ignore that tidbit and she was named Snuffle-Up-Her-Ass or Snuffy.

 
With the bottle of McGillicuddy’s finished and no more accusations to be had, circle ended. A cry for Hong Kong as on after rang out and we stumbled there.

On-ONION was intentional- on,
O’Boner

Anti-Valentines Day trail

2/16/25 Hash Trash, the ‘Anti-Valentines Day trail’

Gather round children, and I will tell you the tale of The Worst Weather I’ve Ever Hashed In.
The ‘Anti-Valentine’s Day Trail’ was supposed to start at The Wrong Kong (the Harvard Square Hong Kong). But the Kong was too Wrong, so start was moved to Shay’s Wine Bar.
It had snowed about 6 inches the night before, and then rained all day (including during all of trail), resulting in a wet sloppy mess everywhere. What, you wanted a sex joke?

The souls brave and/or stupid enough to a attempt trail in the snow, slush, and rain were:
Hares: Just Meghan, Whoops I Milked Her Again, O’Boner
Bagcar: Just Mark
Pack: Strap on Strap off (RA), Sex The Final Frontier, Slippy, Beeez, Just Clayton, Cummy Stix, Friar Fuck, Shits and Ladders
Angry Sock and Fellowship of The Cockring showed up to prelube, but decided that they were not quite dumb enough to do trail in the horrible weather, so bailed.

The hares left. Reluctantly, pack did too. We went over marks very briefly, then began trail.

We followed orange carpenter’s-chalk marks on Mass Ave. We missed a check and had to go back a bit. We cut through the Harvard campus. We death-marched down broadway. We turned north and went through Inman Square. I was running behind Cummy Stix when he ran into knee-deep water and fell. Not ideal. I picked a different way around. I’m not sure it mattered, we were all very wet by this point. Strap On Strap off made a joke about “caulking your boat and floating it”. Cummy Stix corrected him that a boat should already be caulked, it was a wagon that needed caulking. Sex The Final Frontier quipped that someone’s mom needed caulking.

We came to a shot check in Lincoln Park. A bucket of Pink Nips. Again, I don’t have a good sex joke here. Lame, I know. After sucking on some of the nips, we threw out the evidence. I couldn’t fit the bucket in the trashcan hole. STFF used his superior knowledge of physics to solve the problem (by smashing the thing to pieces so that it would fit through the trash hole).

We ran through Union square and ended up on summer street. I strongly considered zenning straight to Cummy-Stix/Puker’s place, where I was 95% sure we were headed, but decided to follow marks just in case. This was the correct decision, as there was indeed an actual beercheck in store for us. We nearly caught the hares right before the beer check at Somerville High School.

At the beer check, we waved to a camera that was possibly recording us. We learned that Friar was conducting his own beer check at Remnant Brewing in Union. Report from the alternate beer check: “It was good” -Friar F.

 
Back at the official beer check, the hares left and pack followed shortly thereafter.

I zenned like a mofo to the on-in, as I was cold and also now 100% sure where it would be, despite Cummystix’s bad lying. It was a very short last leg to on-in.

At on-in, we gathered in the basement for circle. We accused the RAs of the weather, Cummy of swimming part of trail, Friar of warming up in a brewery, the hares for death marching us, and just Mark for cocking the bagcar and floating it. After circle we gathered by the fireplace to warm ourselves and dry off.

I took some brief notes, thinking that I might write a hash trash about trail. The only direct quote I recorded at on-in was this: 

“Sir that is a dildo” -O’Boner. 

I will leave the context to your imagination.

After trail, much of pack, plus some additional sweat-test-failures, got a piece of scorpion bowls and pupu platters at the Right Kong (Hong Kong Boston). A symbolic righting of wrongs after our earlier false start at the other Kong.