Hash Number 102 -Mary Lou and Slut Machine Paint the The Town Green


Its a great feeling to get to Dual Air Bags Bar and all the traditional Portland Crazies are queuing up to pay a cover charge and we as hashers just announce we are hashers and we get in with out paying a cover charge. And how cool was it to have thousands of hashers (there were a ton of us). Well if you are stickler for the truth which I am not, there were 4 tons of hashers present assuming 16 hashers weigh a ton. So I digress....

May Lou and the Slut left at around five after six, and nobody cared or noticed as the beers flowed lugubriously and at 7:00 we headed out on trail. Trail proceed over to PGE park (reminding us the Timbers Opener is in 4 weeks)....and back into the Pearl. Somehow we gathered locals along the way like a Tumbleweed in Texas gathers shopping bags...

At the beer check , we had a half dozen runners in regular street clothing that followed the chaos out of control.... They were the ones wearing Blue Jeans. The beer check (which was in front of my sons school) was a thing of beauty with some crazy drink that had Guinness (not Snatch's dog) , Baileys and whiskey. We stayed at the beer check for a long time and then continued running through the Market as well as a few concerts on the Water Front....I heard people walking out of Kell's saying that we are bunch of crazy Mutha Phuckas...to each his own.

The weather tonight was cold as I can remember, but still the drunken masses headed up to the smoky temple on Yamhill known as the -"That Smoky Bar" where the locals bitched about us stinking up the place but of course we were not deterred.

The we learned a SLUT can spell and hashers can read when the flour spelled GET IN by the Max station. So we sang songs on the Max train, smelled of beer but in general we kind of fit in on this night....In Portland, St Patties day is bigger than Christmas..

Dual Air Bags was a trooper, as he reserved a large area for us so we could drink some more. And guess what we did that...Many more hashers made it to the ON IN......Usually when I write up a hash trash I usually try to mention everybody who made the run....Tonight it was more about the masses. A large group of people having fun in a town that was already on fire tonight...

Shitty Shitty Hash

I you did not have fun tonight........get therapy....


A dyslexic horse walks into a bar
and the bar tender says are you dyslexic and are you death
the horse replies -On On