by Six Inches, Ladies | Nov 6, 2015 | BH3 Writeups, Writeups
Date: 7/13/2015 hare: just dave luther visitors hot climax & sex trap from berlin bj the bareback from ggfm “the germans have no humor and that is not a rumor” ernesto – smell the yeast in matzoh turd & racknroller for being harassed on trail georgia o’queff & drug bust – wearing old matching race shirts fmig – answering phone while on toilet dogface – angry brit award nipsicle – up past bedtime just dave luther gets named – c’mon everybody ( or is that cum on everybody?) hot climax – found wallet on trail 6″ ladies – stole bike on trail georgia o’queff – by random abuse of power from pooping cough dogface – lame announcement about nass start: broadway&division on-in: c’mon everybody @...
by Six Inches, Ladies | Nov 4, 2015 | BH3 Writeups
Start: Corner of Broadway and Heyward Hare: The Committee On In: High Dive
by Six Inches, Ladies | Jan 20, 2015 | BH3 Writeups, NYCH3 Writeups
Photo Credit: Kyle Gorjanc 1/18/2015 Polar Bear Hash BH3 #759 NYCH3 #1620 Hare: Cheeky Bastard (LIVE!!) On In: Peggy O’Neill’s Scribe: Six Inches, Ladies All our rain are belong to you. Holy crap, hashers. We were fresh off the plane from a sunny week in Jamaica (the actual Jamaica, not the one in Queens) and We thought it’d be nice to continue Our pleasant runnings and swimmings and drinkings that We’d been up to all week. So We came to the Polar Bear Hash. How much different could the weather be? Apparently 30 in Jamaica and 30 in New York are two completely different things. Being the American, We just assumed that the rest of the world followed along with Us. It makes Us wonder what the British mean when they call it a pint! We mean, how big is it when they do it, you know? So, the day was rain. Everyone risked drowning while crossing the street, just to get to Peggy’s. Actually, that was just to get out of the subway. The Hashers stood in Peggy’s and eyed each other, seeing who was badass enough to run the trail that wasn’t yet laid. Also, CPA asked who was running. And that’s how we really knew. CPA is quite clever, and his method was much more reliable than the previously mentioned eyeing. Cheeky Bastard took off to lay the trail. Speedo Gonzalez gave the chalk talk. He was near a bit of chalk, but nowhere near outside where these things generally take place. There were many HINO (Hashers In Name Only) who remained behind to make sure that...
by Six Inches, Ladies | Dec 16, 2014 | BH3 Writeups
Brooklyn #754 Dec 15, 2014 Start: Alligator Lounge, 600 Metropolitan Ave On In: George and Jack’s Hare: Skidmark Scribe: Six Inches Ladies Meeting at the Alligator Lounge in Williamsburg isn’t really the sort of thing that we do very often… Oh, wait. Yes it is. That place is our prelube so often that it’s actually a preset on my Garmin watch and Siri thinks it’s my home address. Skidmark was our intrepid hare. After finding Spank the Plank and this week’s scribe alone at the bar he feared we’d be the only ones on trail. I pointed out that it was only 7, and that people wouldn’t arrive until 7:02. 2 minutes later the entire pack showed up wondering why people were already at the prelube. Pleasantries were exchanged, beers were downed, pants were removed (wait, this sounds more like a date than a hash) and the pack was ready to go. No visitors or virgins were mucking up our pregame. Details are for suckers, so the pack listened as raptly to Skidmark’s chalk talk as they would’ve to a preflight safety announcement. Someone was actually reading a Skymall Magazine at one point, And so the pack launched into action. Everything was fine until the first check when we almost lost Pecker Wrecker because he “couldn’t go straight.” He was ready to hail a green cab, but the trail continued to the left (and there’s no such thing as “hailing a green cab”) so he could stay with us. There was much relief. The check at McCarren Park was perfectly mismanaged. After solo hashers went in separate directions in failed attempts to find the trail, group...
