New Orleans Hash House Harriers

Hash No. 938

The Fiftieth Week after Katrina

Hare: Chicken Pot Guy Takes It In The Face

Date: 29 July 2006

Venue:

Saint Charles Avenue

in

New Orleans, Louisiana

The Trail:

On a sunny evening that followed a day of thunderstorms, Chicken Pot Guy set out laying trail live along Saint Charles Avenue for a block to a right turn and a loop along beautiful streets lined with hundred-year-old houses. His flour led the pack back top and across St Charles with tracks for street cars still idled after the big hurricane, along another beautiful street to a zigzag path to and across Magazine Street, across same and eventually to a snow ball stand on Tchoupitoulas Street where a choice of a snow ball spiked with hard liquor supplied by the hares and lite beer.

From that refreshing pause, the trail led along Tchoupitoulas past the car park of the Sav-A-Center super market at Napoleon Avenue at the gates to the big container dock on the Mississippi River.

The pack then ran beneath old live oaks on the side walk of Napoleon Avenue to a right turn somewhere before Magazine Street (I think...) and a zigzag course to St Charles and the new dental office of Dental Damsel.

The the on-in Circle was held on a balcony on the rear of the building in which DD’s office is located which is across the sidw street from Superior Grille.

The Circle:

Religious advisors: Piston Penis and Dental Damsel

New Boots:

Just Joe-- Tidy Bowl Man; Just Sabine from Berlin but moved to New Orleans from Hawaii-- Only Oral. She sang a song in

German. Releash Me and Tighty Whitey then sang an ob scene barracks song in English.

Reboots:

Picks My Ass, a veteran NOH3’er. from the early ninety's of the twentieth century.

Visitors, Awards: None.

Accusation:

Ice Balls ednrered the circle and called Dental Damsel. Recounting the incident at the NOH3BRH3 Hash the previous week, Ice Balls produced a tee shirt with a tie-dyed pattern in red, bright crimson red. It was the tee that Damsel was wearing when she shoo’d away the alligator that was about to lose it’s life trying to deprive Ice of his lunch, a nutria or a ‘possum, or something. (Scroll back to last week’s HashTrash.) To relieve Ice Balls of whatever threat his wound presented, Damsel ripped (or just pulled) off her own tee shirt and used it for a bandage. He returned the shirt.

Naming:

There was one, at least an attempt at a naming. Just Tracy is a veteran of several years of hashing, and although not near the holder of the record for hashing without having been affixed a name, it has been a long time. Ice Balls opened the proceedings by disclosing that while enjoying a spiked snowball at the little place on Tchoupitoulas, Just Tracy stated, and no explanation came forth, “things are biting”. Before deliberation on the meaning of “things” and the connection to the word,”biting”, Piston Penis crossed the circle and in passing, gave her a pat on the butt. Giggles low then offered, “She was going to remove sweaty articles, again without further explanation. The matter was tabled for another day.

Scribe: On Da Rag (Tom) Errors? Omissions? Send an e-mail to: tom43cunningham@@yahoo.com Or, attend the next Hash and make arrange ments with the Religious advisor to bring it up in the circle.

New Orleans Hash House Harriers

Hash No. 935

The Forty Fourth Week after Katrina

Hares: Olympic Cock Ringer Pecker Nipples Date: 10 July 2006

Venue:

Belle Chase

a town across the

Mississippi River

and downstream from

New Orleans, Louisiana

The Trail:

On Monday evening with temperature not as hot as has been experienced in south Louisiana but humidity as expected, the trail hare, Pecker Nipples explained the trail markings to be found on his pre-laid opus before sending the pack out along Barrierre Road the general direction of the back gate to the big Naval Air Station but to a turn to the left to a short trek through streets lined with houses that were not seriously affected by the Great Storm of 2005. The trail led to Belle Chase Highway, a lost bunch of hounds, and a left turn toward the intercoastal canal and to the dread of all who only r*n on flat land, and there is no other way to say it, a hill. Okay, the hill was the bridge over said canal, but it was a good climb!

Belle Chase Highway is a four-lane roadway and to cross the Intercoastal Waterway in Belle chase the inbound lanes cross with a bridge. The outbound lanes transverse the canal through a tunnel. Pecker’s trail, after crossing on the bridge, led the pack back to the before side through the pedestrian walkway of the tunnel. It was at the entrance to the tunnel where the impetus to name the hash was found. Without offering too much information, there was evidence that some unlucky guy had had an uh, um, ‘accident’.

Anyway, shit happens, time to move along. Trail led the pack before houses along the street that follows the levee that contains the canal to a vacant lot, across same, where the first few climbed to the top of the levee, the next few encountered a couple of irate homeowners who objected to the use of their levee. Threats were expressed, police were said to have been called, a wireless phone was held aloft in clenched fist, some of the hashers detoured, none was arrested, all reached the beer check and the irate couple succeeded in blowing off adrenaline that might have otherwise got them in some serious trouble. Saving those two people from their own biochemicals was only one of the many ways that the Hash House Harriers collectively serve the community as well as themselves.

After the beer check, r*nners and wankers alike, at least all who did not lose the trail on the straight, half-mile stretch of Barriere Road, turned off to Co-hare Olympic Cock Ringer’s digs for a ‘WC’, OCR’s parlance for, ‘wine check’.

From the ‘WC’, the pack was led back along Barriere to the starting place and the On-in.

The Circle:

Religious advisors: Piston Penis and Dental Damsel

The Shitty Underwear Trail

New Boots:

Just Cindy, courtesy of Just Bill; Just Cindy, courtesy of Just Cindy. You would have had to have been there. Just Bob, due to Bunny Snatch.

Visitors: Too Loooong Dick and Dick licker who happens to be the mayor of a beautiful little town in northern Arkansas. Semi-permanent visitor, Bunny Snatch. International House of Vagina from Charlotte (North Carolina) H3. Also noted under ‘Visitor’, your scribe has noted, “NED (or NEO) 11 1858 @ yahoo..com and has not a clue to it’s meaning. Please e-mail an explanation to the e-mail address at the end of this writing if you can help.

Reboots:

Cheesy Poof Balls, Let Her Lick Her and manporn.cum

Scribe: On Da Rag (Tom) Errors? Omissions? Send an e-mail to: tom43cunningham@@yahoo.com Or, attend the next Hash and make arrange ments with the Religious advisor to bring it up in the circle.

New Orleans Hash House Harriers

Hash No. 934

The Forty Fourth Week after Katrina

Hares: Beer Fart Lusty lady

Date: 3 July 2006

Venue:

Beer Fart’s ‘Hood

not far from the

Big Streetcar Barn

in

Carrollton

in

New Orleans, Louisiana

The Trail:

In humid air, warm but not so hot at 1630 hour after rain had fallen for most of the day, trail hare Beer Fart explained the markings to be found on the streets of Carrollton and in a wooded area nearby that promised to lead the pack of beer worshippers to their prize. Since his trail was prelaid, the pack was sent on the away by Beer Fart, first north on Sarbone Street for about a block to a right turn for a couple blocks passing before the huge streetcar barns with their streetcars stabled indefinitely due to damage from the hurricane of 2005 to the tracks downtown, to Carrollton Avenue, a check that took a few minutes for the collective thinking of the pack to figure out, eventually heading south passing resturants, bike shops, ma-maybe an oriental massage parlor or two, past the Camila Grille, still shuttered since the storm. The pack were then led across the railroad tracks to the levee that runs alongside the Mississippi River, to the top of same to the parish border to Jefferson Parish.

From there we followed trail behind Southport Hall on the train tracks to the switch that departs and once led to industrial might on Jefferson Highway for a quarter mile or so to the beer check. As the hounds savored the vintage Miller Lite, discussion erupted regarding the carcas of a power tansformer and the aromatic pungence of carcinogous oil that blew out when it was blown to smithereens in recent past.

The Circle:

Religious advisor: Piston Penis:

New Boot:: Just Johnny, he said that Stinky Toy Box mand him cum. Just Bill, Medicinal Hand Job made him cum.

Visitors: None

Reboots: Gay Beret, after a long absence, decided to show up for a Hash.

Accusation: Daddy’s Dick called the hare back to the circle to explain one of his trail marks, a circle with an ‘R’ in. “Could this not be use of the dreadded ‘r’ word?” Beer Fart was stiioc, “That symbol which was seen on the trail was in fact a mark symbolizing a ‘Regroup’”. A down-down did ensue, but it was dark, the scribe was drunk, and his notes are scetchy...

Namings, Awards, Miscellany and Sundry: Nada

Thanks:

Special thanks to Beer Fart for the shish kabobs and thanks to helpers, Sucks ‘Em Raw, High Beams, Bleeding Paloma, Light Days and Old Hag for forgoing the r*n to lend their effort for kp duty.

Scribe: On Da Rag (Tom) Errors? Omissions? Send an e-mail to: tom43cunningham@@yahoo.com Or, attend the next Hash and make arrange ments with the Religious advisor to bring it up in the circle.