Ride your favourite Ferrari on down to Chaoyang Venezia in Red White and Green and then ride the hash gondola through the scenic (though not sanitary) waterways of the city. It's Italian National Day hashing style. Berlusconi will chase the hariettes while la polizia will run down the harriers and make them cry. The moon itza still so fulla, it [...]
We could all be sitting at home with pee stains on our rugs (the rugs really tie our rooms together), or we could be running and walking under a waning (wanking?) gibbous. The setting is perfect for our Little Hash Urban Achievers: darker'n a black steer's tookus on a moonless prairie night, near the In ‘n Out, [PW’s] Pomeranian, [...]
The Spiral Arms Are Self-Perpetuating, Persistent, And Surprisingly Long Lived. The sand storm is skittering on the surface of lake and breaking into the dimples with astatic undulation of the sheets of man-high green ditch reeds with scratchy and scraggly feistiness. More than 40 hashers seem racing with the fluttery dusts to somewhere. Of course, the chalked marks on [...]
Proletariats and Comrades, Greetings! Happy May One! Pi, Life of, here. Our capitalist “friends” are in the Maldives, Xiamen, Europe, whatever because they’re away for the holiday to escape Beijing’s alleged pollution and whatever it is they don’t like about this magnificent city. Ha! Did you look outside today? (or did you miss daylight because you were at Paddy’s too [...]
Since only the three most hardcore hashers (and one unsuspecting virgin) were brave enough to tackle the (not actually freezing) temperatures of Qianmen the last time we ran there, “we” at the Full Moon Mismanagement would like to re-extend the opportunity to all to run through this great hashing place…in the dark (Dryhole should remember to being a headlamp.) [...]
