Hash Trash Central!!! Three-in-One!!

In the words of my predecessor Don’t You Dare Close Your Eyes, Hold Your Breath it Gets Better, this is gonna be a doozy. I’m a bit behind on the hash trashes because reasons. But I’ll try to reach into my clouded brain to pick out the few bits and pieces of the last few hashes I can remember. As you know, go grab a beer and settle in….

Bambi’s Bitch of a Trail  Bambi

So Bambi is the latest hasher to move on to greener pastures, so he thought he’d treat us to a shiggy filled, ludicrously obnoxious trail one last time. Bambi needed some 420 inspiration before he set off to live hare, so we’re guessing this may have been a factor in what came next… The pack set off into immediate shiggy and dirt paths, by abandoned baseball backstops, to a BQ25 near a dilapidated, graffitied pump house. electrical boxes Have you ever seen Bambi? The boy is like 8 feet tall….and hid the beer in a spot where only other 8 ft. tall freaks would find it – or Back Tits McGee. After 20 minutes of frustration and use of tech to ascertain the location of the frosty beverages, this is where Marty McDie climbed to retrieve them. Many comparisons were made on trail that day of feeling like we were on the island in LOST. LOST being the key phrase. Cunt for Red Cocktober and another intrepid hasher drained a pool of mosquito ridden swamp water, just cuz.

On the pack went, past the hatch, hatch restricted area signs, and after much searching to a beer check on an old mattress. Even Marty was smart enough not to become vertical. The hashers dashed on, to find themselves in…who knows? An abandoned quarry? No marks to be found for awhile, till a mark was spotted atop a hill, where we found a huge dick and tit check. The pack clamored on up to find…themselves fucking lost. hillMarks everywhere that led to nowhere… Here is where we realize Bambi done fukked shit up. Out of the woods, to the abandoned…what was it? Pratt and Whitney or something? Faceful of Leroy checked the street, Cocktober checked the lot. Nothing. A (tech on trail) call to stoned Bambi…the ‘False’ mark…was supposed to be ‘true trail’. Damn boy.

On through the apocalyptic cement and rock strewn lot, lot chasing the shot the whole way, past long forgotten playgrounds, under a fence by the train tracks. On to a cinnamon whiskey check…this is what we thought of the so far 7 mile trail….finger

Into the woods, TTT takes off on her own, telling the virgin not to follow…but he and Master Hater eventually catch up, and do unwisely follow her…the wrong way. The only water crossing that day was by TTT and MH. Dummies. Circle ensued, sitting circle I might add. Some highlights: Trail treasure of a quarter keg of some crap beer; kegCircle beer was just about nonexistent (thanks Bambi), Just Evan, dear sweet boy, cannot hold his dang liquor, had to be driven home by Cocktober, and proceeded to puke all over his car. On-after at Stony Creek Brewery in Branford. Thanks for the sausage Marty McDie, and the bug spray Leroy!

One down, two to go!!

 Milford Pick Up Hash

So, our hare for the June 20th had to back out for nefarious reasons, so we decided to take matters into our own hands. Pick Up Hash it is! The three lucky ones to draw the straws on this rainy afternoon were Gay If It Suits Me (NY by way of VA), Cunt for Red Cocktober (Groton by way of NH), and Marty McDie (Branford by way of Madison). Not one of them took our advice and even looked at a map of Milford, so the wankers were allowed tech on trail to figure shit out. Off they went, not wanting to each take a leg, but make it a haring threesome instead. The pack stayed behind to drink some grown up root beer and mess with first time New Haven hasher, Just Chris.

The pack split up not 200 ft onto trail, missing the long loop that took us to the first beer check at Seven Seas Dive, I mean Restaurant, and arriving 3 minutes after setting off. On to the next, the pack split again, with the majority actually following trail, but TTT, Leroy and Mathole wisely shortcutting straight to the next check at Casey’s Pub. (I think someone in the trio may have had some inside information…) The rest of the sweaty pack showed up, downed their beers and set off again. Long stretches here onto main roads led the pack to the third stop at Crush Bar. Pitchers of fancy fucking beer flowed. Or maybe I was just drunk by this point, who knows. Straight shot back to the cars for circle, or maybe it was somewhere else, I can’t remember. On-after at Archie Moore’s for some awesome wings!

You’ve made it this far, may as well keep going!

‘Murica Combo Hash

So the super lazy wankers from New Haven ixnayed hashing on the 4th and wanted to invade RGH3’s Full Moon hash on the 3rd. Instead, we teamed up and hared together! Master Hater and Tap That Teacher, known FRBs of the group, thought that live haring would be a great idea! Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha. Oh, sorry. Anyways, the large pack of around 25 or so humored them and sent them off. Thanks to Pee Dignity for the awesome burger cake!!

After the group sex demo at the local stockade, the pack missed the mark that would’ve sent them right into the cemetary, where the hares needed them to go! Nooooo…they just went everywhere BUT that way…spotting the two hares hiding nearby waiting for the DFL to make it into the cemetary so they could dash in and make exit marks. Binoc U Cock snagged them, but was a good sport when they reminded him that if they were snared, there was no trail! The hares bolted, followed by 3 FRBs, who gamely ignored the hares sitting on the hill and hiding behind a gravestone to continue on trail. On out across the street, to a gazebo and dick and tit checks, the hares were spotted by Avalanche and Humpty Dump, who decided to keep their distance but spy. Beer check at Scottish Dave’s pub for frosty PBRs. On out and the pack came to a song check, in front of a B and B where an outdoor dinner show was occurring, and they were promptly shushed.

The exhausted hares, hearing calls and whistles behind them, ran for their lives, spotting TDF and Binoc close behind. TTT employed a ridiculous amount of song checks to hold the path at bay, Master Hater resorted to screaming. Once the pack was no longer in sight, the hares slowed down enough to tape some bottles under tables near a oceanside restaurant. Nip Quest 25….okay, it was more like Nip Quest 200, was a success for those lucky enough to find the nippers. Through residential streets they went, the path lit with glow sticks as well as marks, the hares somehow staying just in front of the whistles and FRBs.

Last beer stop at an outdoor patio at Chip Pub, then straight back to the cars for circle. FRB…Thailor in the Stink maybe? DFL Humpty Dump. Hares called in for ummm, well everything, and also made to drink the hash shit, with pretzels, popcorn, cheese balls, and other deliciousness. Master Hater was a trooper and chugged away, while TTT was a wimp and just dumped it down her front instead.

All in all, the hares made the pack feel great by giving them so much to complain and bitch about. Never mind how speedy they all were by catching the hares multiple times. On-after at Chips Pub, except for My Thing’s a Mini and Avalanche, who ended up at a meat market in Madison waiting for the group. Kudos to Mini for figuring it out and making it back to Chips.


And I will gladly give up hash trash duties to anyone so inclined to pick them up.


On-out y’all! TAP THAT TEACHER bitches




Tribute to (Summer of) 69! Hash


Welcum wankers! Trail #69 + 111 (#180 for you non-Matholes), is dedicated to 69, I mean, the Summer of ’69. Show your summer spirit and love of ’69 by dressing up in your best beach wear, hippy outfit, Bryan Adams costume or birthday suit because we love 69, er….the Summer of ’69!!

Where: Veteran’s Memorial Park, Brushy Plain Road, Branford

Hares: Face Full of Leroy and Cunt for Red Cocktober

Time: 2:30 show, 2:69 to go

Hash Cash: $5, Virgins (first-timers) Freeeee!

Shiggy: 6.9%-ish

Recommendations: Bug Spray, Sun Block, Shiggy Socks. There will be water if you choose to get wet-ter.

Friday, July 3rd – ‘Murica Hash with Rotten Groton

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Hey wankers! This weekend, New Haven hashers are revolting and refusing to hash on their regularly scheduled hashing day….Independence Day! Instead, they are hooking up with Rotten Groton for their full moon hash night.

When: 7:00pm, Friday July 3rd. Leave early….traffic’s gonna be a bitch.

Where: Clinton, halfway between Groton and New Haven. Parking lot behind Grand Apizza on East Main Street.

Hares: Master Hater and Tap That Teacher

Hash Cash: $5

3 drink checks, ‘Murican style fun, long boring stretches of nothing, guaranteed. Cum on down!



Sat. June 20th – Pick Up Hash in Milford


Doing things a little differently this weekend! Come down and check it out!

Hare: Maybe YOU!! Unfortunately our hare for this week had to pull out, right before the climax. But the show must go on, so we will gather in Milford for a pickup-style hash

Here’s what you need to know:

When: 3:00pm

Where: Meet in downtown Milford, behind the library at the very farthest back parking lot

Named hashers: Get out your Google maps and start planning, because you could be one of our 3 lucky hares! We will draw straws to see who will hare the three legs of this hash. If you’re a Just, you’re exempt, but make sure you still cum to trail!

Hash cash: None…buy your own at the stops

  • Haring: New Haven type shaggy only, meaning grass and trails – no off roading through brambles
  • Plan on setting 1 – 11/2 mile trail
  • Beer checks: Make it at a bar people, there are plenty of dives in the area that would love to have us!
  • Chalk and flour will be provided; if you run out, blood works too!
  • Bring some circle beer! We’ll do circle at the cars or the nearby pavilion.

On-on wankers!


Bambi’s Fleeing the North – Saturday, June 6th


Hey all, so our friend Bambi’s Bitch is following in the recent footsteps of so many other of our fellow hashing brethren and h3@ding south to warmer climes. He will regale us with one last shitty trail before he departs however. Here are the deets:

When: Saturday, June 3rd, 3:00pm

Where: 117 Defco Park Road, North Haven

What: A to A trail, 3+ miles, (ish), 2 beer checks + 1 OTF

How much moolah: $5 hash cash, virgins are free, as they should be! Sweeet!


So there we were….

…on a beautiful Saturday afternoon, gathered in a parking lot near SCSU in New Haven. Mind you, this was no ordinary lot. This was THE place to be: strains of merengue and bachata could be heard from far off car stereos, lawn chairs and grills were plentiful, and the vintage low-riders brought the feel of 1970s Havana to New Haven.

Our hare, Tiajuana Donkey Fluffer (no, it’s not spelled wrong, that’s how he spells it! Come on now),  gathered us around and handed a pristine graduation robe to the person who would be graduating next, Taint No Savior, who had refused to wear any collegiate gear at all. Who had the last laugh now Taint? After a brief chalk talk, the live hare set off, confident he would never be snagged. After a few beers in the lot ranging from fancy schmantzy craft beer to PBR Light, the pack set off.

Through knee high grass, goose shit and poison ivy, the pack traipsed, only to be confounded by pink flour, or the lack of it, at our feet. Faceful of Leroy, heading out to the street checking, came upon a shot…the heavy ball used in shot put events, and the pack decided to all give it a try during the first drink (Dark and Stormy-ish something or other…obviously TDF‘s never been to Bermuda).


Back onto trail, smack dab through the lecture hall buildings and labs of SCSU, where Tap That Teacher reminisced about her days, I mean years, there oh so long ago. Through a cemetery, past some dorms, around the football field to a turtle check waiting for the DFL at the time. Can’t remember who it was though… through a parking garage, on past the northern reaches of the school towards the urban jungle of New Haven. A drink check at the side of the road….pint of some God-awful whiskey was found….in a patch of poison ivy no less!!! The pack couldn’t, or wouldn’t, finish it, so on they went, bottle in hand (covered in poison ivy oil, don’t forget).

SCSU hash

Onward they went…Smashmouth turning back as his spidey senses started tingling as the pack came into close proximity to mega shaggy….and then inward to West Rock Park they went. Upward too. The pack broke in two as the FRBs Back Tits McGee, Marty “Gimpy” McDie, and Cunt for Red CocktoberLeroy and Pee Dignity were representing for the ladies I believe, took off r*nning. Bringing up the rear were the old gas bags of Taint No Savior, Bambi’s Bitch, TTT, Cock Can’t Kill Me, and Jersey Shhhhwhore. Sorry Mathole, I have absolutely no idea where you were! Up a never-ending dead-leaf and slate steep hill they went, TTT encouraging her group on with an impromptu dance party (tech on trail, tech on trail!). Even though all she got for her efforts were death stares from the huffing and puffing hashers lying at her feet. Sheesh!


Onward, and upward still the pack travelled, passing many muggles on trail, leaping from rock to rock, encountering sweeping vistas, playing in caves (cough, Leroy, cough). From the FRB group Cunt came back to guide the rest on, back down the mountain, to a swiftly flowing stream. The group stood open mouthed for a second at the realization that the beer, never mind the trail, was across the river. One by one they bravely stepped into the frigid waters, BTM teabagging the damn water for all it was worth,  all to be taken down by the slippery, slimy rocks to be found beneath their feet. Mathole tried to carefully pick his way across, but alas, he too was taken down. Taint baptized himself and proselytized for a moment. BTM told a whopper of a tale about saving a flying dog and chasing down some hippies. (Check out our Facebook page for the story straight from the Tits’ mouth).

Back to civilization, the group plodded squishily on, encountering package and boob checks, totally missing a PQ-something or other reward. Or maybe that was just me. Back to Southern, past TTT‘s apts, dorms, party houses, etc. through the campus. Taint supplied anyone who wanted with flavored vodka nips…vanilla and orange mixed together is yum. To the on-in, a small isolated lot 1/4 mile from the cars that the dehydrated pack voted to do circle in.


Down downs were given to BTM, FRB, TTT, DFL. No surprise there… Cock for returning hasher…we don’t care that it takes you an hour to get to us, what the hell man? Pee Dignity and Back Tits did two dogs fucking; Leroy got accolades for carrying the shot the whole way on trail; Cunt, Leroy and Jersey thought they could sit during circle and not get caught; someone pointed, someone had tech, yada yada yada. Taint gave a rousing thank you speech as he will be h3@ding to greener pastures shortly, and a spectacular group hug ensued.

To end, some lazy hashers took advantage of TDF driving and piled 8 into his 5 seater. Taint tried to walk back to the cars, he really did, but after 50 grueling feet he gave up and jumped in as well. On-after was at our favorite sports bar, why Sports Haven of course! Why not? Cheap food, towers of beer and super friendly bartenders ;). What more could your average hasher ask for?

Till next time, On-Out!

Love, the sucker who gets to write these things. TTT

Nose goes!!!!



Wanking in Wallingford

Start point: Off Lufbery Ave. in Wallingford

Hares: Just Loki and Just Mishi

Details: About 3.5 miles, two beer checks. There will be a small section of level 3 shaggy with water potentially up to knee level. This won’t dominate the trail but it may be enough to make a change of shoes/socks desirable. There will be a turkey trail available for the shiggy-averse.

Hash for Higher Ed-juh-kay-shun: Saturday, May 09


Come to your favorite  (ok, my favorite) little blonde’s alma mater and see just how smart you is.

The one and only Tiajuana Donkey Fluffer,  also well acquainted with said university,  back from wherever the hell he’s been, will take us on a tour of one of the finer learning establishments (cough-bullshit-cough) in the area.

Saturday, May 9th, 3:00pm

Bowen Field parking lot, Crescent Street, New Haven

$5 hash cash; virgins always free. And by free I mean…oh wait, forget I said anything.

Live hare, shitty marks on trail, 4 – 6 long miles. Drink checks, if you can find them, maybe snake in a bottle, who knows.

On-on y’all!

The Greatest Hash on Earth – Sat. March 28th

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Ladies and Gentlemen, Wankers of all ages, (provided those ages are 21+),

Welcome to the Greatest Hash on Earth! Did you know that on March 28th, 1881, the “Greatest Show on Earth” was formed by PT Barnum & James Bailey? Of course not; hashers are not that smart!

So, in honor of this re-dick-u-lous fact, we are having a Circus Hash on March 28th. In an astounding feat, never before attempted by man (or wo-man), the Skull and Boners Hash House Freaks and the New Haven Hash House Oddities will lay a death-defying trail for all to enjoy!

Cum one, cum all and we hope you do! Mystify your fellow hashers and cum dressed as your favorite Circus Freak, Clown, Strong Man, Sword Swallower (yes please), Bearded Lady, Knife Thrower (yes you, Marty McDie), contortionist, etc. Or if you were too drunk and forgot to hash for St. Paddy’s Day, you could always wear your green dress.

Hares: Back Tits McGee, Just Paulette, Taint No Savior, Just Art

When: Saturday, March 28th, 2:00pm

Hash Cash: $5 – two shows for the price of one!

NH4 trail: On out at Pub 67 in Seymour (227 West Street). Park in the lot behind CVS. 2.5 miles true trail (A to B).

SBH3: Clown car ride from B to C, the start of the Boner trail. Dry bag or die!! Trail C to C.

Yes, you read right! Transportation included from point B to C, and back to A for On-after.

We hope to see you under the Big Top! On-on!!

Greenish Trash

A small group braved the shitty pouring rain to join Mathole (wait…it was pouring on a Mathole trail??? The meteorologists should hire him, no joke!) through a tour of gorgeous, scenic downtown West Haven. The wearing of the green was abundant; even Bleeding Gash wore a green diaper to join in on the festivities! Blobs of pink flour led the pack through the West Haven Green. The racist bastards, otherwise known as the show-off males of the group, Gash, Back Tits McGee and Marty McDie, led the cool chicks, Just Paulette, Just Mishi, Jersey Shhhwhore, and Tap That Teacher. Our outfits, especially Gash’s festive diaper, elicited car honks and stares of disbelief all along the trail.

There was actual more-than-10-feet of shaggy, through the snow and a stream…not sure why the water was green; we’re not gonna think about that right now. An off (on?) the foot of Baileys was found in a park, and then back to the on-out it was! photo (5)

Circle was stealthily held in the gazebo on the green, stupendously RA’d by Mathole. FRB….one guess. DFL….one guess. Down downs to TTT for losing her shortcutting skills, Gash for cranium gear in circle, Mathole for PBR light…who even knew??? Mishi as a returning hasher, TTT for alcohol abuse. (Should’ve been everyone else for making her laugh, duh). TTT for false acusation, Paulette for wallflowering, Gash & Back Tits for something homosexual I’m sure. Marty and Jersey…..did we even make them drink? Who knows?

On-after at Duffy’s Tavern, birthplace of NH4, with the addition of Just Loki.


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