Hash Trashes 680

SAIPAN HASH TRASH
issues 680 - 689

RUN # 689

RUN # 688: THE “THIS IS HOW THE    ALLSLIMERS DO IT)” RUN
HARES: SWAMI RAJNEESH & HAJJI   PEEWEE
BOX: RADAR STATION MARPI
ON HOME: HILL 222 (RAY CASTRO’S CLIFF   LINE)
CASUALTIES: EVERYONE WITH SKIN
RATING: ****

59 hounds showed up at theBOG to participate in the first hash set by Swami Rajneesh in almost 4 years. But as Hajji Peewee found out, he has not lost his touch. Suzuki Moon returned for her shoe down down and we also were host to 7 FNG’s. The box was announced and we all scrambled to the area above As Matooeys! in San Roque. On the way up, Laprobe said, “Great, if we start up here that means its all down hill” (NOT!NOT!NOT!) Hajji Peewee gave special “Look Up” instructions. The Tyrant ‘splained the instructions to a Andrea (Ladrone’s cousin), Scott, Stuart & Catherine (who Karin made come) Marvic the Media person, and Seeta. After the 10 minute headstart, the pack was off down the hill. The marks (at the beginning of the trail) were few but finally a checking was called near the parking lot and down into the boonies the FRB’s went. Only this was not the trail. Around and down the curve to the checking to Kalabera Pass the pack went left and headed South. Down this road and down towards the farm at and then an arrow right into an area called Sabanan Nanasu. We followed this old road south again and then headed up the valley past many a cow patty. We saw much evidence of cattle but nary a one crossed our path. There were quite a few checkings on this trail and it gave the pack a chance to re-group on many occasions. Eventually the trail headed into the upper reaches of Paradise Valley and then skirted the cliff line from there. The pack undulated on the trail, up down, up down, up down. There were many caves and crags and soon we came upon the “Look Up” mark on the ground. So we looked up and saw a hole above us about 30 feet. We continued along the cliff line, over some barbed wire, and past more caves and crags and finally came out on a clearing along another barbed wire fence. This took us up to the sounds of “ON HOME” and a clearing just above the ridge. During the vehicle run, the most fabulous GREEN FLASH that I have seen in a long time happened and everyone was absolutely awed by it. Once everyone had returned and all the hounds were in, the Tyrant piped up religion. The hares Hajji Peewee and Rajneesh came forward and extolled the virtues of preparation and keeping the pack together. Next came the FNG’s and all of them comported themselves well. Many courtesies were done to the run and much smoke blowing was done. The Tyrant was able to get in a few zingers and read his Farewell Speech before Suzuki Moon was called forward to drink from here shoe and share fond shoe down down farewells. At the end she tossed them into the fire. Queen and more sex (WHAT TALENT!) sang her a New York New York song. The assembled sang Swing Low and headed for Rudy’s (now that Figueroas has fallen from favor). The Tyrant of course went home.

REMEMBER, IF YOU GO BACK TO THE REAL WORLD AND THERE IS NO HASH, START ONE. IT IS A GREAT WAY TO MEET PEOPLE AND SOME ONE IS BOUND TO SHOW THEIR TITS ONE OF THESE DAYS.

MISMANAGEMENT
TYRANT/GM: HAJ, F.KRAMDEN, SIR!!
RA: HAJJI PEE WEE
AAAARA: ONE HAND FULL
AAARA WANNABEE: TAMMY WHY NOT
AAPCDFIRE MASTER: DOG LEG
HASH CASH: CIEGA
TRAIL MASTER: HAJJI PEEWEE
ICCKKYTHIOLOGIST: ONE HAND FULL
HASH SCRIBE: JOHN THOMAS

The Saipan Hash House Harriers convenes every Saturday at 4:00 p.m. (3:30 during “winter”) at the Bank of Guam parking lot in Garapan.
U.S.$6.00 (NON NEGOTIABLE)
RECEDING HARE LINE
690: 2/7/ MUDSUCKER & WEEDWHACKER
691: 2/14 ANNUAL HASH FLASH
BEAVER TRAIL CARRIES ON THE TRADITION
695: 3/14/1998 ST. PATRICK’S DAY ARACHNIFLOORSEX
699: 4/11/98 HUFFY PUFFY
700: 4/18/98 LONG & HAIRY (BEAVER TRAIL & ONE HAND FULL)
702: 5/2 ABBOTT & COSTELLO ANNIVERSARY RUN
CONTACT CIEGA TO SIGN UP. IT IS A HASHERS DUTY TO BE A HARE. BE SOMEBODY, SET TRAIL FOR YOUR FRIENDS.

EDITORIAL
But Tim “Magic” Hughes, the founder of Harrier International as well as the publisher of the Hash Unfortunately, I did not receive the message until after the Hash on Saturday (although Huffy mentioned it in passing Handbook went to that great circle around the fire in the sky on January 23. He died of a massive cerebral hemorrhoid. It is people like Magic (and your Tyrant and Hash Cash) who are committed (or should be) to making sure that all of you have something to do at least one night a week that enhances your life here on this earth. From what I gather, Magic was a man who loved life and hashing. Those of you who were absolutely awed by the Green Flash at the On Home (and the one I saw on Sunday afternoon) can understand this. We are born, we hash, and then we die. Learn to appreciate everything around you. Good and bad. All of life’s experiences are part of your continuing education. Learn from them.

Alas we bid a fond farewell to another hasher as Smasher of Mens Hearts Suzuki Moon heads back to the real world. She will be missed by some, and just be a painful memory to others.
START SINGIN THE BLUES,
SHE'S LEAVING SAIPAN
SHE WANTS TO BE A PART OF IT
NEW YORK, NEW YORK...

SHE IS A HASH GODESSS....
AND LIKE HER WE WANT TO BE
SHE HAS A STRING OF MEN..
LOVES THEM THEN LEAVES

START BURNING THOSE SHOES,
SHE'S LEAVING TODAY
TO MAKE A BRAND NEW START OF IT,
IN OLD NEW YORK

HASH TRAILS WON'T BE THE SAME,
SHE'S LEAVING, IT'S A SHAME ...
WE DRINK TO YOU S U Z U K I M O O N !!!
( A HASH PERFORMANCE BY MORE-SEX AND QUEEF )

HASH BULLETIN BOARD
5K FUN RUN SPONSORED BY SAIPAN COMMUNITY SCHOOL. $10 INCLUDES T-SHIRT AND FINISHER RIBBONS. FEBRUARY 7, 6:AM CHECK IN. PROCEEDS WILL GO TO THE SCS BUILDING FUND SO I WON’T HAVE TO PAY HIGHER TUITION FOR MY KIDS TO GO TO SCHOOL. BUT IT IS FUN AND THERE ARE PRIZES FOR EVERYONE (ALMOST!).

RUN # 687: THE “BEACH TO BEACH (WITH A CRACK IN THE MIDDLE AND DON’T FOLLOW THE BLUE RIBBON)” RUN
HARES: MOONSHOT & FLOOR-SEX
BOX: WING (UNAI MAKPE) BEACH
ON HOME: SH3 (UNAI LAGGUA) BEACH
CASUALTIES: MUDSUCKER
RATING: ****

REMEMBER, IF YOU GO BACK TO THE REAL WORLD AND THERE IS NO HASH, START ONE. IT IS A GREAT WAY TO MEET PEOPLE AND SOME ONE IS BOUND TO SHOW THEIR TITS ONE OF THESE DAYS.
MISMANAGEMENT
TYRANT/GM: HAJ, F.KRAMDEN, SIR!!
RA: HAJJI PEE WEE
AAAARA: ONE HAND FULL
AAARA WANNABEE: TAMMY WHY NOT
AAPCDFIRE MASTER: DOG LEG
HASH CASH: CIEGA
TRAIL MASTER: HAJJI PEEWEE
ICCKKYTHIOLOGIST: ONE HAND FULL
HASH SCRIBE: MICK JERKOFF

The Saipan Hash House Harriers convenes every Saturday at 4:00 p.m. (3:30 during “winter”) at the Bank of Guam parking lot in Garapan.
U.S.$6.00 (NON NEGOTIABLE)

RECEDING HARE LINE
688: (1/24&1/31) 689 OPEN
690: 2/7/ MUDXUCKER &             WEEDWHACKER
691: 2/14 ANNUAL HASH FLASH
BEAVER TRAIL CARRIES ON THE TRADITION
695: 3/14/1998 ST. PATRICK’S DAY   ARACHNIFLOORSEX
699: 4/11/98 HUFFY PUFFY
700: 4/18/98 LONG & HAIRY (BEAVER TRAIL & ONE HAND FULL)
702: 5/2 ABBOTT & COSTELLO    ANNIVERSARY RUN
CONTACT CIEGA TO SIGN UP. IT IS A HASHERS DUTY TO BE A HARE. BE SOMEBODY, SET TRAIL FOR YOUR FRIENDS.

EDITORIAL
The run on Saturday was soooo good that at least 5 hounds (West End Bender, Shey, Dog Leg, Meep Meep, and Haj, F. Kramden sir (with Annette and the heir apparent) went back on Sunday. I was able to teach my son about trail and how even if there are no marks, you look for the foot falls and disturbed earth. Whenever I do that, go back the next day, when I am not caught up in the heat of the hunt, it amazes me the places that I have run, climbed, crawled and shimmied through. But was even more amazing was that except for a small pile of ashes and a partially burnt salsa bottle, you would never know that 53 people and 6 coolers of drinks had been on the beach. It was like no one had been there in years. I have been asked many times to “ADOPT A BEACH” and I have said, I will clean up my mess, I will teach my kids not to litter, I will go to schools and show people the purpose and techniques of using a trash bag. But I absolutely refuse to pick up other peoples garbage. But don’t get me started.

RUN # 686: THE “BEACH TO BEACH (WITH A CRACK IN THE MIDDLE AND DON’T FOLLOW THE BLUE RIBBON)” RUN
HARES: MOONSHOT & FLOOR-SEX
BOX: WING (UNAI MAKPE) BEACH
ON HOME: SH3 (UNAI LAGGUA) BEACH
CASUALTIES: MUDSUCKER
RATING: ****

53 hounds Including several visiting hashers from the Blue Ridge/Seventh Fleet showed up at the BOG. The box was announced and directions given. Once everyone was on the Beach at Wing, the hares gave special instructions. DON’T FOLLOW THE BLUE RIBBON said Floor Show. The Tyrant then ‘splained the instructions to 7 or 8 FNG’s. Flyers Beerhead, CIEGA (staying away from jungles in the dark...see last weeks trash), Weedwhacker and Jordass ran straight to the On Home. The FRB’s (new to Saipan) followed coral dust up across behind the Marpi Pool yelling On On all the way (even after the RRB Tyrant shouted “Don’t confuse coral for flour”. It was here that a lone Navy Runner who was not part of the pack asked directions to Suicide Cliff. We said “Join Us, it is only $6.” We never saw him again until we got to the On Home and he had more than the Tyrants fair share of food. The pack re-grouped and headed north on Wallace highway to a check at a dirt road where someone is building a shooting range. Up the road into the jungle and up a slippery slope to a rope climb. (It was here that a scrambling Joe Nugent slipped and tumbled and became ROCK SLIDE). Up the rope and through some more jungle and then out on to the antennae field of FEBC. Across the compound and then out on to the back road to Suicide. A checking here took the pack left and over to the Par Course, up the road about 100 yards and then over a fence into a farm. Along the farm fence and then into the jungle of what is Laderan Kalabera Kattan. The trail followed this around the cliff line and continued until we ran into a dead end. The trail was marked with light colored ribbon and Floor Show specifically said don’t follow the BLUE RIBBON. So the Tyrant stood there, at the entrance to the cave (where the last orange ribbon was) wringing his hands and looking at the blue ribbon inside. It was not actually a cave, the giant crack from a previous run. One of the Navy boys came by and decided he’d check it out (a dark damp hole in every port) and started yelling on on so the pack continued after him. The trail then became Laderan Banaderu on the other side of the crack and then down down down the slippery slopes to the main road again. A checking into the jungle fooled some but not the Tyrant who went east to another checking at the entrance to the old Japanese Runway on the Banaderu plain. In here was the much talked about water stop and then over the farm fence and along this fence over piles of cow poop (and gunshots in the distance). After about 1/2 mile, a checking took us over the fence and through some jungle, over a road, through some jungle, over another road, and then out on to the shelf at the edge of the ocean. Through piles of old airplane parts and other flotsam, past the sewage outfall, and then off in the distance, the light of a chemically dependent fire. The trail continued past arrows scratched in the sand and a huge fishing net arrow. At the on Home the Tyrant (while waiting for a group of hounds stranded in the bush in the dark) began to barbecue hamburgers, hot dogs, and corn on the cob. What a FEAST!!!! Finally, all the hounds were in and the Tyrant piped up religion and Dog Leg got everyone’s attention by throwing the first of many trees on the fire. The hares were called forward and blew smoke up one anothers butts. Then they went to the Tyrant’s left and sat on their HECKLING PERCH where they heckled (with the help of Queef) all those who did not love the run. Next the visiting hashers from the Blue Ridge/Seventh Fleet came forward, there was Buck Me and John. Then the long line of FNG’s which included Marita (Dorothy’s Mother), Rusty, Mouly and Soroey Shellew, Manaha, Tim, Duke, Mehler,Daylin, Rayejean, Maya, Monika and Sandy, and Anne and young sailor Zach. Then there were many jokes and courtesies told including a scathing indictment by Laprobe for jungles in the second boonie (WAAAAAAA!!!) Near the end we got the 7th Fleet Salute (which is very similar to a full moon rising only in this case there were 3 and one was black). Almost all the Sailors bought shirts and Blow Job even traded one of his election shirts for a USS Blue Ridge T-shirt. Swing Low was finally sung, the assembled headed south to the docks, to the BOG, to Figueroas, and to Rudy’s. The Tyrant of course, went home.

REMEMBER, IF YOU GO BACK TO THE REAL WORLD AND THERE IS NO HASH, START ONE. IT IS A GREAT WAY TO MEET PEOPLE AND SOME ONE IS BOUND TO SHOW THEIR TITS ONE OF THESE DAYS.

The Saipan Hash House Harriers convenes every Saturday at 4:00 p.m. (3:30 during “winter”) at the Bank of Guam parking lot in Garapan. U.S.$6.00 (NON NEGOTIABLE)

RECEDING HARE LINE
688: (1/24 TO 2/7)690 OPEN
691: ANNUAL HASH FLASH
BEAVER TRAIL CARRIES ON THE TRADITION
695: 3/14/1998 ST. PATRICK’S DAY ARACHNIFLOORSEX
699: 4/11/98 HUFFY PUFFY
700: 4/18/98 LONG & HAIRY (BEAVER TRAIL & ONE HAND FULL)
CONTACT CIEGA TO SIGN UP. IT IS A HASHERS DUTY TO BE A HARE. BE SOMEBODY, SET TRAIL FOR YOUR FRIENDS.

RUN # 685: THE “PIT AND THE LOST HOUNDS” RUN
HARES: ARACHNIFLOORSEX
BOX: FORBIDDEN ISLAND OVERLOOK
ON HOME: KAGMAN 4 QUARRY
CASUALTIES: EVERYONE HUMAN ON THE RUN
RATING: ***

59 hounds showed up at the BOG including the hasher formerly known as Fist Fuck, St. Bernard, and the newly unemployed Tammy Why Not (hoping to get the AAAARA position). There were also a preponderance of FNG’s. The box was announced and the stampede to Isleta Maigo Luao began. The box was about 5 minutes from the vehicles so everyone got a warm up. Once on the overlook slab, the Tyrant ‘splained the instructions to several F.N.G.’S including Jeff and Lisa that the Dunlops made come, two Japanese Kazuyo and Hidenori who Robert made come, Jill Everts who Marquesa whipped into coming and P.I.C. Clubmates (N.W.A.-T.P.I.C.) Jim and Jessie. After the customary 10 minute head start, the pack was off down the road. A checking took the hounds over the barbed wire fence which was the trail the last time we were here. However, when half the pack was in the bush someone found an ON BACK. The pack scrambled toward the Forbidden Island Trail Head where another check took the pack to ANOTHER On Back. The trail continued past the vehicles, past two farmers who signaled “Over the Fence” and that is where we headed. The trail continued on a jeep trail and then checked down into the jungle and a trail which led us down to the shore line and Puntan Hagman. The trail then went back up the ravines and along the Sabanan Hagman. The trail continued along the coast line here and eventually dropped across a ravine and shouts of “GO TO THE BIG ROCK.” A look up over the jungle showed a jutting precipice and the group I was with headed towards this rock. At the rock, a checking split the pack and once around, the two groups met each other at a small cave which was a memorial to war dead. From here the trail went back down towards the ocean through the jungle. At one point, the pack had to shimmy down a space in the rocks and came out on what is an area near Puntan Baput. The trail moved to the right and headed up the gully into a cavelet that went straight up and then along (based on Coke bottles and golf balls in the area) the Lao Lao Bay golf course. The trail continued through some lush tropical jungle and finally came on and ran parallel to a barbed wire fence. This trail finally came out of the jungle near a trap (for some sort of small animals or hounds) and then out to a road overlooking a huge hole in the ground. The trail continued around the pit and then down into the pit and it was like pulling teeth to get anyone to shout ON HOME!!
Once almost everyone was in, the Tyrant was shocked to see a chemically dependent firemaster Dogleg used lighter fluid (PPTTOOOOEY!!!!) to start the fire. As it got darker it was discovered that Ciega, One Penis Full, Rainman, and Tammy Why Not were the four remaining un found hounds. Because they are all slimers, the elders were concerned that they had fallen and couldn’t get up somewhere, so several search parties were sent out. The hares finally found them and brought them in. Once they were all in, the Tyrant piped up religion and one (of 5) Christmas trees was thrown on the fire to get everyone’s attention. Once the hares came up and drooled on each other, the FNG’s were called forward. Only one screwed up and wiped his puss on the mantle. The two Japanese had no clue, and Jill was disgusted. Capt. George came up and did a trip report for his wife (who ran in Florida). Although One Hand Full did an admirable job of AAAARA, pretender Dangling Ding Dongless Tammy Why Not kept trying to insinuate herself up before the audience. Jordass even came up with a hook to get rid of him, but to know avail. He was like a fly on horse shit. A bee on honey. Crabs on a hookers pussy. He was not going to be removed. Many courtesies were done to the run which really was pretty nice. The Tyrant announced that there were no hares for the Hash Flash and Beaver Trail announced that she would be filling those cups this year. The Tyrant called Kelly Girl forward and gave her the Hash name SPLAT! for the face flop shed did last week at the Marine steps (she still has the black eye to prove how inept she really is). More trees were thrown on the fire, Father Abraham was sung (and danced), then Swing Low was sung, and everyone fought over Kapena, Rudy’s, or Figueroas. The Tyrant of course, went home.

REMEMBER, IF YOU GO BACK TO THE REAL WORLD AND THERE IS NO HASH, START ONE. IT IS A GREAT WAY TO MEET PEOPLE AND SOME ONE IS BOUND TO SHOW THEIR TITS ONE OF THESE DAYS.
MISMANAGEMENT
TYRANT/GM: HAJ, F.KRAMDEN, SIR!!
RA: HAJJI PEE WEE
AAAARA: VACANT
AAARA WANNABEE: TAMMY WHY NOT
AAPFIRE MASTER: DOG LEG
HASH CASH: CIEGA
TRAIL MASTER: HAJJI PEEWEE
HASH POET LAUREATE:
VACANT
ICCKKYTHIOLOGIST: ONE HAND FULL
HASH SCRIBE: NORMAL MAILMAN

The Saipan Hash House Harriers convenes every Saturday at 4:00 p.m. (3:30 during “winter”) at the Bank of Guam parking lot in Garapan.
U.S.$6.00 (NON NEGOTIABLE)
RECEDING HARE LINE
687: (1/17 TO 2/7)690 OPEN
691: ANNUAL HASH FLASH
BEAVER TRAIL CARRIES ON THE TRADITION
695: 3/14/1998 ST. PATRICK’S DAY ARACHNIFLOORSEX
699: 4/11/98 HUFFY PUFFY
700: 4/18/98 LONG & HAIRY (BEAVER TRAIL & ONE HAND FULL)
CONTACT CIEGA TO SIGN UP. IT IS A HASHERS DUTY TO BE A HARE. BE SOMEBODY, SET TRAIL FOR YOUR FRIENDS.

EDITORIAL
Although as usual I was the last to know, One Penis Full announced that some stranger had asked for her hand in marriage. Actually, it was not some stranger, just someone strange. And as I always do when someone tells me that they are going to get married, I ask them...WHY? But don’t get me wrong. I have been married 3 times and enjoyed them all (except for the cheating and lying and spousal abuse and abandonment). I have nothing against marriage. But I have a few words of advice. Leave your expectations at the altar. ED.
On this last run, I learned something about myself again (as I usually do). I am afraid of the jungle in the dark. But I also learned something else. Fear did not keep me from going into that dark jungle to look for three hounds who mean alot to me. The hash brings that out in people. Their true colors.

HASH BULLETIN BOARD
5K FUN RUN SPONSORED BY SAIPAN COMMUNITY SCHOOL. $10 INCLUDES T-SHIRT AND FINISHER RIBBONS. FEBRUARY 7, 6:AM CHECK IN.

RUN # 684: THE “” RUN
HARES: ONE HAND FULL & RAINMAN
BOX: CHEZ KELLY BRUCE (OLD DEATH VALLEY SIGN)
ON HOME: MARINE STEPS AT THE END OF LAU LAU
CASUALTIES: KELLY BRUCE (BLACK EYE)
RATING: ***

48 hounds showed up at the BOG parking lot including long forgotten hashers Slot Machine, Messiah, Amalia, and Sea Ray and FNG’s Mir, Michael, Erica, Todd, (American Sumo) Dib, Aya, and Akira (N.W.A.T P.I.C.). The box was announced and instructions to the box were given. At the box, Peewee (in the absence of the Tyrant) ‘splained the instructions to the FNG’s. At the end of the 10 minutes the pack took off up hill (no one wanted to check down hill and the Tyrant was not there not to follow). Finally after much circle jerking, the pack got to the Cross Island Road. A checking here took the pack South towards Santos Acres. But another checking took the pack into Death Valley farm compound and down into Kannat Lao Lao. This trail continued down until it reached the abandoned pig farm in Kagman. The boonie road hen took the pack past the Haley’s Comet telescopes. From here the trail checked right through the Kagman farms and to the upper Lao Lao road. The true trail went down the hill but some really dumb hounds followed nothing out to the golf course and then returned to true trail, which went down the hill and checked north and continued along this road out to the farm and the Marine Steps.
A vehicle run was done and while this was happening, Dog Leg was auditioning for the part of Fire Master and he will continue on probation for 90 days or 90 hashes, whichever comes first. Once everyone disappeared or returned, religion was piped up. The hares provided weenies but it was too hard to get to since the pit was on the cliffline.
Peewee was the Tyrant and One Hand Full acted as the AAAARA. The hares were called forward and Rainman (after privately whining about never being asked to be a co hare with her co-habitator) blew huge chunks of smoke up One Hand Fulls ass. Visiting Hasher Slot Machine (who has not hashed where he is because there is none and he was duly reprimanded for not starting one) came forward. Then the FNG’s were called forward and it was proof that incest is best when Erica (Arachnophiliac’s sister) and Todd (American Sumo) Richard Gere’s brother were made come by their siblings. The two PIC Clubmates (N.B.W.A.T.P.I.C.) came with Lisa, the Doctah Doctah Dib came by himself, and Mir just fell to earth. It pissed buckets and the Acting Assistant Probationary Firemaster was able to re-start the fire (a real Firemaster would not have let it go out). Some first load poofters left in the middle of religion just because it started to rain. There were some jokes told (including some horrible ones from Blow Job). Kow Paddy (who was not at most of them) had a Hash Year In Review. It was pathetic. Ladrone gave a trip report about his visit with the Hasher formerly known as Anne Frank (Burnt Sox). Then Swing Low was sung and the assembled headed for Figueroas. The Tyrant of course was already home.

REMEMBER, IF YOU GO BACK TO THE REAL WORLD AND THERE IS NO HASH, START ONE. IT IS A GREAT WAY TO MEET PEOPLE AND SOME ONE IS BOUND TO SHOW THEIR TITS ONE OF THESE DAYS.

MISMANAGEMENT
TYRANT/GM: HAJ, F.KRAMDEN, SIR!!
RA: HAJJI PEE WEE
AAAARA: VACANT
AAARA WANNABEE: TAMMY WHY NOT
AAPFIRE MASTER: DOG LEG
HASH CASH: CIEGA
TRAIL MASTER: HAJJI PEEWEE
HASH POET LAUREATE:
VACANT
ICCKKYTHIOLOGIST: ONE HAND FULL
HASH SCRIBE: PAT CONVOY

The Saipan Hash House Harriers convenes every Saturday at 4:00 p.m. (3:30 during “winter”) at the Bank of Guam parking lot in Garapan. U.S.$6.00 (NON NEGOTIABLE)

RECEDING HARE LINE
686: FLOOR SHOW & MOONSHOT (more      sex)
687:     TO 694 (1/3/98 TO 3/7/98)OPEN
695: 3/14/1998 ST. PATRICK’S DAY   ARACHNIFLOORSEX
699: 4/11/98 HUFFY PUFFY
700: 4/18/98 LONG & HAIRY (BEAVER TRAIL & ONE HAND FULL)
CONTACT CIEGA TO SIGN UP. IT IS A HASHERS DUTY TO BE A HARE. BE SOMEBODY, SET TRAIL FOR YOUR FRIENDS.

EDITORIAL
As your Tyrant it is my duty to be with you on Saturday afternoons. However, as a doting son - in - law, it was my duty on this Saturday to stay home and be there for my wife in case something went wrong. On Christmas night after the party at Bobbies. we went home and my wife was feeding her aged mother. All of a sudden she went limp and stared off into space. She had no pulse and she was cold as ice. I called 911 and the ambulance came and took her to the hospital where she stayed until Saturday morning. When we brought her home, she passed out again, but came to before we had to call the ambulance again. But I felt I should stay around the house just in case I was needed again. I have been on the trail you went on many times and on homed at this place on several occasions. I know I missed a great run and I always like to be there when there are FNG’s, so that I can personally welcome them to the Hash Family. But some times (not many), but sometimes, blood family comes first. When you are old, and your bones don’t work anymore, and your children are taking care of you, you will remember this little note. Just pray that you have a son (or daughter)-on-law as wonderful as me.

HASH BULLETIN BOARD
There is an immediate opening for the position of AAAARA and Fire Master. We will train, but only seriously religious people and pyromaniacs need apply. Contact SH3HRP Ciega.

5K FUN RUN SPONSORED BY SAIPAN COMMUNITY SCHOOL. $10 INCLUDES T-SHIRT AND FINISHER RIBBONS. FEBRUARY 7, 6:AM CHECK IN.

RUN # 683: THE “MOONSCAPE    RORSCHACH TEST & HAJ WHITE   RICE SWAN SONG” RUN
HARES: HAJ WHITE RICE AND HAJJI   PEEWEE
BOX: I DENNI WELL AS TEO
ON HOME: HALAIHAI (near FLAPPING LIPS   AND TINY TIM’s HOUSE)
CASUALTIES: BRUCE, ROBYNE (BLOODY   GLOVE)
RATING: ****

58 hounds showed up to bid farewell to departing hasher White Rice and to exchange gifts including long missing Glowbox, Joy, and Boner. Also, Joseph Nugents cousing Ted (AKA bewigged and noticebly subdufed Blowjob) showed up as well. The box was announced and everyone headed to the well in As Teo. The smell of a huge dead animal permeated the area and we went up the hill to a small shack and that was the box. The Tyrant ‘splained the instructions to 2 Japanese sales lady FNG’s. The hares warned “Flyers Beware”. After the customary 10 minute head start, the pack was off to the main AS Teo road. The Tyrant checked uphill (to nothing) and the rest of the pack waited until there was no trail and headed down. The trail continued on this main road until the first intersection (about 300 yards from the entrance to Chez Flapping lips) where a checking took the pack to the left. The trail continued on this road past Stan Villagomez house and then into the jungle beyond. Through some thick brush, the trail headed out toward Puntan Gloria (box 2 of the 2 box run), and everyone hugged the slippery slope as we moved north. We came out on the other side and were able to look down into the area where the ocean comes into Puntan Gloria. A little further on and we came out on what was once a scrub covered coral shelf (about 100 yards wide) on the edge of the ocean. Only now, all the scrub was gone and it looked like a moon scape. As we walked along this shelf, ancient rocks that had been covered for years were uncovered and the Tyrant discovered a GIANT latte stone with the base nearby, sitting upside down on another rock. A little bit further along was CONEHEAD rock, and according to Ciega there was also the VULVA CLITORIS rock formation. I guess it really depended on who you were and your state of mind to decide what you actually saw. Only upper management was able to see the GIANT latte stone (since we always see the big picture). Once past the coral the trail came to a huge ravine (KANNAT I PITOT) where the trail checked to the left again and went along the top of the ravine for a while. All of a sudden, the trail dropped down into the ravine and those FRB’s were looked down upon by us slower folks (as we would be looked down upon by the even slower pokes). It was here that Robyne, peeping over the side and fighting winds, fell back and cut her head on the rock. A sisterly glove to staunch the blood gave her new hash name (BLOODY GLOVE). A gimpy Dick Chair stayed back and helped her make it to the On Home using this as his excuse for not beating the Tyrant in. A deep pool which Dick Chair told Anneka was the only way across, got him some cheap thrills. But the Tyrant found a less deep path just a few feet away. Once across the ravine, we meandered up the stream bed through some lightly forested jungle. The trail kept going up until we came out onto a small farm which happened to be the back of Stan Villagomez house (where we had been 45 minutes earlier) and the trail then arrowed right to the intersection that took us to another arrow left to Halaihai. Once all the hounds were in and the vehicle runs were complete. Religion was piped up and the hares were called forward. The farewell smoke blowing actually began here when the hares gave each other great courtesies. Visiting hasher Dick Chair came forward and extolled the virtue of coming to Saipan when there is a container in your driveway, no power, and no water (and easier women). The two FNG’s Nagae and Shiori got up and said that TV made them come. The Tyrant read a very touching memorial to the soon to be late Haj White Rice and then the mile long shoe down down tradition started. This continued for perhaps 45 minutes owing as how he has been here so long and known (in the Biblical sense) many people. Once this was over it was time for the Annual Gift exchange. There were many gifts given and of course the most exciting and coveted was an autographed photo of the Tyrant with Kowpaddy. Tears were shed again, when group hugs around the fire were done for the departing White Rice and the Tyrant admonished him to carry on the Tradition.. Swing Low was sung for the very last
and the assembled headed to Figuroa’s, all except for the Tyrant who of course, went home.

REMEMBER, IF YOU GO BACK TO THE REAL WORLD AND THERE IS NO HASH, START ONE. IT IS A GREAT WAY TO MEET PEOPLE AND SOME ONE IS BOUND TO SHOW THEIR TITS ONE OF THESE DAYS.

MISMANAGEMENT
TYRANT/GM: HAJ, F.KRAMDEN, SIR!!
RA: HAJJI PEE WEE
AAAARA: VACANT
AAARA WANNABEE: TAMMY WHY NOT
FIRE MASTER: VACANT
HASH CASH: CIEGA
TRAIL MASTER: HAJJI PEEWEE
HASH POET LAUREATE: VACANT
ICCKKYTHIOLOGIST: ONE HAND FULL
HASH SCRIBE: PAT CONVOY

The Saipan Hash House Harriers convenes every Saturday at 4:00 p.m. (3:30 during “winter”) at the Bank of Guam parking lot in Garapan. U.S.$6.00 (NON NEGOTIABLE)

RECEDING HARE LINE
685: TO 694 (1/3/98 TO 3/7/98)OPEN
695: 3/14/1998 ST. PATRICK’S DAY ARACHNIFLOORSEX
699: 4/11/98 HUFFY PUFFY
700: 4/18/98 LONG & HAIRY (BEAVER TRAIL & ONE HAND FULL)
CONTACT CIEGA TO SIGN UP. IT IS A HASHERS DUTY TO BE A HARE. BE SOMEBODY, SET TRAIL FOR YOUR FRIENDS.

EDITORIAL
The legendary duo of Hajji Peewee and Haj White Rice, the “Pull a trail out of your hat” guys, is no more. We still have the humming and whirling map drooling Hajji Peewee, but it’s like Martin without Lewis, Jekyll without Hyde, Laurel without Hardy, Hitler without Gohring. It will never be the same. But that is what life in the tropics is all about. People come out here for a few years (or at least they think it is for a few years) and then they get bored or get island fever or whatever, and then they want to go back to the real world. But let me tell you folks. It’s like that girl in high school you never had the courage to talk to. It is like that special summer where you thought you could live forever and you were as close to your friends as you will ever be. You can’t go back. Too much changes while your gone. Besides, what is wrong with living out here where the air is clean, the sky is clear, the water is warm, and the girls are easy. Those who go back find out soon enough that Mega Multiplex theaters in stereo are no match for the green of the jungle and the red of the sun set. Those who go back can never get on a plane and be in Tokyo in 3 hours, or Manila in 3 hours, or Bali in 6 hours. When you go back your vacations are usually in the mountains or the seashore. (Here you have both and they are in walking distance of each other). Maybe I have been here too long and seen too many come and go. Then again, maybe Saipan is not such a bad place to live.
Adios Amigo. Vaya con Dios.

HASH BULLETIN BOARD
There is an immediate opening for the position of AAAARA and Fire Master. We will train, but only seriously religious people and pyromaniacs need apply. Contact SH3HRP Ciega.

RUN # 682: THE “MOONLIGHT ON THE OCEAN & 13TH BIRTHDAY” RUN
HARES: ONE HAND FULL,    ARACHNOPHILIAC, & (DOG   LEG)
BOX: AIRPORT CONTROL TOWER   RUINS
ON HOME: OBYAN BEACH
CASUALTIES: JORDASS,DOG LEG, CIEGA’S   CAR (FLOUR IN THE CRACKS)
RATING: ***

34 (including the long golfing) Thumbelina, Allslimer Mutt, Black Flag, and Speedy Amalia (Winner of the women’s division of the Rota Marathon) Hounds showed up at the BOG at dusk to run the first Full Moon on a Saturday run. Between kissing his girlfriend’s ass and coming to the BOG, Box, and On Home, Dog Leg whined about being sick. After the box was announced, the assembled headed to the box which was an old two story Japanese administration building near the Airport Control Tower. The area is newly cleared and there are many hidden structures here which are no longer hidden. Before the hares were ready, the Tyrant asked Arachnophiliac “are you ready?” and he said “yes” so the Tyrant started the clock and the chaos for the hares began. The Tyrant ‘splained the instructions to 3 FNG’s including Abbotts Sister Robyne , Robert’s wife Reiko, and Debbie (from Dallas whose pedicure was ruined by that nasty limestone). Once the 10 minute head start was done, the pack headed into the jeep trail that led past some other structures including a looonnggg solid wall that seemed to appear out of no where. Some of the pack went out to the main road again and Mudsucker was stopped by the Airport Police, with their red lights flashing, and asked her who her leader was. “This is a restricted area, you can’t run here”. The trail then came out on the airport fence line, past a new warehouse under construction, back on to the Airport Tower access road, and then on to the main airport road. The trail continued south to towards the Christmas Tree beacon and then followed the road to the Coral Ocean Point intersection. A checking here took the pack down towards the Immigration detention center and a checking here took the pack on the farm road (which was extremely trashed during the last two storms and has huge trees strewn across the road between the two farms that runs parallel to the Airport Perimeter Road and comes out at the landing lights at the south end of the runway. More on-on’s took the pack south to a checking (where the Tyrant and Ciega flew TO C.O.P. and ran into to Skip, Thumbelina, and Beerhead coming BACK from C.O.P.) where the trail went left towards the cliffline. The trail followed another farm road that opened up on a compound where there was a chapel with a neon cross and lots of tin houses. An arrow halfway to the chapel took the pack into more jungle and then out along the limestone cliff (newly denuded) and easy to traverse in flash and moon light. This trail continued for about a quarter mile and then back into the scrub and along a cliff fisherman’s trail. All of a sudden there was a break in the scrub and a beautiful sight. Ladder Beach in the Moon light. But no fire. Some who came out of the trail early got to see 2 Chinese working girls working some local guy in a car. The trail continued to the jeep trail that runs between Ladder and Obyan, past the carcass of a cow, past numerous large obstructions in the road. About 1/2 mile from the Obyan road, the obstructions completely blocked the road and a newly cleared trail went off to the right. Someone has been busy, and after a while the trail went back into the jungle and then out onto the western end of Obyan. After the really slow people came in, and another vehicle run was done, the Tyrant piped up religion. The hares were called forward and Dog Leg continued to whimper, the other hares gave great courtesy to each other, and then the FNG’s were called forward. Nobody did anything real stupid, except Robyne (who wiped her puss with the mantle).
Some jokes were told, some pubic service announcements, and then everyone headed out, to Figueroas, or like the Tyrant, home.

REMEMBER, IF YOU GO BACK TO THE REAL WORLD AND THERE IS NO HASH, START ONE. IT IS A GREAT WAY TO MEET PEOPLE AND SOME ONE IS BOUND TO SHOW THEIR TITS ONE OF THESE DAYS.

MISMANAGEMENT
TYRANT/GM: HAJ, F.KRAMDEN, SIR!!
RA: HAJJI PEE WEE
AAAARA: VACANT
AAARA WANNABEE: TAMMY WHY NOT
FIRE MASTER: HAJ WHITE RICE
HASH CASH: CIEGA
TRAIL MASTER: HAJJI PEEWEE
HASH POET LAUREATE: VACANT
ICCKKYTHIOLOGIST: ONE HAND FULL
HASH SCRIBE: BILL BLANK

The Saipan Hash House Harriers convenes every Saturday at 4:00 p.m. (3:30 during “winter”) at the Bank of Guam parking lot in Garapan. U.S.$6.00 (NON NEGOTIABLE)

RECEDING HARE LINE
684: TO 694 (12/27 TO 3/7/98)OPEN
695: 3/14/1998 ST. PATRICK’S DAY ARACHNIFLOORSEX
699: 4/11/98 HUFFY PUFFY
700: 4/18/98 LONG & HAIRY (BEAVER TRAIL & ONE HAND FULL)
CONTACT CIEGA TO SIGN UP. IT IS A HASHERS DUTY TO BE A HARE. BE SOMEBODY, SET TRAIL FOR YOUR FRIENDS.

EDITORIAL
When you can’t see the trash, (like on a moonlit night) Saipan is still a beautiful place. I had not been on a moonlight run in a long time. Years ago when I was a wimp, I would not have even thought of going into the jungle during the day time let alone after dark. There were all those icky crawly things and bugs and mosquitoes etc. The hash has truly opened up my life to new kinds of experiences. It has shown me that there are many things I still have to learn about myself. About my fears (of heights, caves, deep water {damp dark places that always seem to get me in trouble}). But on a night like we had on Saturday night, the cool air, the clear skies, the bright moon, you have to be thankful to be alive and on this small island on this small planet. For those of you who believe that this is all part of a big bang, you have a long way to go. Big bangs don’t give gifts, and what we experienced on the hash this past week was a gift. We bid farewell to Haj White Rice and hope that he can find half the gifts in his future that we get every day. Bon Voyage Hermano.

RUN # 681: THE “VIRGIN AND THE LETCH” RUN
HARES: WEST END BENDER & SHAY
BOX: KALABERA CAVE
ON HOME: WING BEACH
CASUALTIES: THE NAMELESS WOMAN AND CHILDREN AND RELIGION BECAUSE OF THEM
RATING: ***

39 hounds showed up at the BOG to run a last minute run graciously grabbed by the two hares midweek. Once the box was announced, the assembled headed north for the LOOOOOOONG ride to the box. In the box the Tyrant ‘splained the instructions to the lone FNG Bruce (who started but went back to the box soon after reaching Bird Island Lookout). After the customary 10 minute head start, the pack was off and the Tyrant, true to form, checked right (wrong) and took a whole mess of hounds with him to an ON Back. Once turned around the trail headed back towards Bird Island where a check behind some Harleys on the road beneath the mountain across from the parking area took the pack Up, Up, Up onto the peak and then into the almost impenetrable jungle beyond. The trail meandered up through the boonies and continued down into the valley just north of the peak which is Laderan Tangke. Eventually we ended up on the Laderan Tangke trail and this meandered for a while until we came out on the main Radar Station road. Here a checking which was marked Up led the pack to an On Back and no one (to this day) has confessed to changing it. However, Costello continued past the On Back and ran all the way back to the Kalabera Kave and got his vehicle and drove to the On Home. The trail led down the Radar Road to the Million Gallon tank, past a group of drunk locals who were yelling something about getting in to Ciega’s pants. (When I passed the guys wife was beating him over the head with something). At the Million Gallon Tank the trail checked right towards Suicide Cliff but quickly checked left on to the Mariana Country Club Rim Road. This trail took us into some red mud flats which came out near the barracks of MCC, and then continued on to the main MCC access road. Down past the Marpi Pool to the Wallace highway and an arrow which led us past the go kart track and to Wing Beach. Once a vehicle run was done and it was discovered that the nameless Mother and Children were missing, a mercy party was gathered and went looking for them. They were found stumbling out of Laderan Tangke well after dark and religion was delayed by almost an hour. Prior to this the Tyrant once again had to wow the crowd with his limitless repertoire of jokes. And although the Nameless Mother and Children stayed for religion this time, the Tyrant demurred from calling them up since the Children are under age and the Mother is obviously under the influence of something or she would not bring the kids on the Hash. Once piped up though, Haj White Rice called the hares forward and they gave each other great honor. (At least I think they did because we had no translator for Shay). Then the lone FNG Bruce was called forward and did not embarrass himself. Courtesies to the run were done and some Pubic Service announcements about upcoming shoe down downs (Suzuki Moon and Haj White Rice). Swing Low was sung and the assembled headed to Figueroas. The Tyrant of course went home.

REMEMBER, IF YOU GO BACK TO THE REAL WORLD AND THERE IS NO HASH, START ONE. IT IS A GREAT WAY TO MEET PEOPLE AND SOME ONE IS BOUND TO SHOW THEIR TITS ONE OF THESE DAYS.

MISMANAGEMENT
TYRANT/GM: HAJ, F.KRAMDEN, SIR!!
RA: HAJJI PEE WEE
AAAARA: HAJ WHITE RIC
AAARA WANNABEE: TAMMY WHY NOT
FIRE MASTER: HAJ WHITE RICE
HASH CASH: CIEGA
TRAIL MASTER: HAJJI PEEWEE
HASH POET LAUREATE: LONGFELLOW
ICCKKYTHIOLOGIST: ONE HAND FULL
HASH SCRIBE: SEYMOUR HAIR

The Saipan Hash House Harriers convenes every Saturday at 4:00 p.m. (3:30 during “winter”) at the Bank of Guam parking lot in Garapan.
U.S.$6.00 (NON NEGOTIABLE)
RECEDING HARE LINE
683: 12/20 HAJ WHITE RICE’S SWAN SONG (WITH PEEWEE)
695: 3/14/1998 ST. PATRICK’S DAY ARACHNIFLOORSEX
699: 4/11/98 HUFFY PUFFY
CONTACT CIEGA TO SIGN UP. IT IS A HASHERS DUTY TO BE A HARE. BE SOMEBODY, SET TRAIL FOR YOUR FRIENDS.

EDITORIAL
The spectacle of someone (who shall remain nameless) kissing up to the Tyrant in the most shameless fashion I have ever seen just to get a hash name is almost more than I can stand. But it happened this past week. Brazen, shameless. It was REALLY GOOD! However, as I have said in the past. Hash Names come from divine intervention. Hash names are not thought up. They come as a bolt of lightning into the mind of the Tyrant. Hash names are not made. They are pre-destined and come from a source in the universe that most people do not understand. When your time comes, it will come. Be patient. And remember the old saying, be careful what you wish for......you might get it.

HASH BULLETIN BOARD
The annual Christmas Gift Exchange will be held on Run number 683 on December 20, 1997. This will also be the last run (of this century) of our beloved Haj White Rice. Search through your closets for that little something that you would not give to your worst enemy, and bring it, wrapped, the BOG on that day.

RUN # 680: THE “DOUBLE VIRGIN LP”   RUN
HARES: LEAVE IT & ROBERT CAMPBELL
BOX: CHEZ CIEGA (TOPUTCHAU   ESTATES)
ON HOME: CHEZ LEAVE IT’S BEAVER
CASUALTIES: THOSE WHO LISTEN TO THOSE   WHO CALL ON BACK AT A   CHECKING
RATING: ****

32 hounds showed up at the BOG to run the Double Virgin run. It was also Leave It’s entry into decrepitivity (he turned 40) and this would be a point at Religion later on. Faye Von Wrangel also returned for a while as well as Pam Brown and Lana Buffington. There were two Agony Hashers Brandy and Mike and one Big Huge FNG Boat person (named Joe Nugent who Haj White Rice claimed was related to Ted Nugent). Speaking of Huge, the late Divine (Francis Ford Copulation) stopped by to chit and chat. (Many people, including the Tyrant, attended Leave It’s birthday party at his wifes house. The Tyrant, with the Box and the On Home note in his pocket, went to Ciegas house, went to the BOG, went to Ciega’s house and on the way up Beerhead saw On On’s on the upper Navy Hill road). In the box, the Tyrant ‘splained the instructions to BIG FNG. At the end of the 10 minute head start, Beerhead ran straight down the Navy Hill road to an arrow that pointed to an ON BACK. Great FRB killer. The trail actually went up the Toputchau road and checked at the road leading to CHEZ Leave It’s Beaver. This trail led to Laderan I Agag and took us down into a beautiful valley. The trail was very steep at the beginning and there was alot of tree holding and rock slipping. On a topo map you lose about 10 feet every ten feet so believe me, it was pretty steep. The trail continued on down and down and down until if finally it came out on the Santos compound in Agag. The trail continued out to the Pumping Station road and checked right on a well used jeep trail past some newly built houses and more under construction, towards the Aguon family compound above bus stop 16 on the Cross Island Road. At the Aguon Road the trail went back right up the hill to Laderan Tagpochau. A small group of family members waited at the top to guide us off the road and on to the trail which went up through the tall grass and came out on the road which skirts the Southern slope of Mt. Toputchau. From here the trail headed up to the Mt. Toputchau road, past some fantastic view properties, and then followed this road down towards CHEZ Ciega. Just past Aubry and Jane’s house (remember them Allslimers???), the trail checked right into the pandanus forest behind CHEZ Leave It’s Beaver. The trail meandered through the hillside and finally came out at the house. The Heir Apparent was there (being left over from the birthday party) as well as Haj Annette (Mrs. Kramden to you). While the vehicle run was being done, the Tyrant, (against the wishes of Ciega, opened the trough of Leave It’s left over party food) and everyone ate before Ciega got back. Once the vehicle run was done and a roaring warm fire (it was COLD!!!) was started, Religion was piped up. Haj White Rice did the honors as RA and the Hares were called forward. Much smoke blowing was done to an excellent run and then the Visiting Hashers were called forward. Brandy (not to be confused with the famous Hash dog Ranger’s alias) and Mike (Squids from Guam) came forward and gave honor to the run. Then FNG Joseph (BIG GUY!!) got up and used the term AWESOME when describing his first Hash experience. No one, that’s right, not one person, got up to say anything bad about the run (except the first Arrow to On Back). It was a great run. Blow Job misbehaved and almost got publicly spanked by Ciega. Some lame jokes were told, and then Swing Low was sung and the assembled headed for the latest Apres Hash House, Figueroa’s. The Tyrant of course, went home.

REMEMBER, IF YOU GO BACK TO THE REAL WORLD AND THERE IS NO HASH, START ONE. IT IS A GREAT WAY TO MEET PEOPLE AND SOME ONE IS BOUND TO SHOW THEIR TITS ONE OF THESE DAYS.

MISMANAGEMENT
TYRANT/GM: HAJ, F.KRAMDEN, SIR!!
RA: HAJJI PEE WEE
AAAARA: HAJ WHITE RICE
AAARA WANNABEE: TAMMY WHY NOT
FIRE MASTER: HAJ WHITE RICE
HASH CASH: CIEGA
TRAIL MASTER: HAJJI PEEWEE
HASH POET LAUREATE: LONGFELLOW
ICCKKYTHIOLOGIST: ONE HAND FULL
HASH SCRIBE: BIG HAM YOUNG

The Saipan Hash House Harriers convenes every Saturday at 4:00 p.m. (3:30 during “winter”) at the Bank of Guam parking lot in Garapan. U.S.$6.00 (NON NEGOTIABLE)

RECEDING HARE LINE
682: 12/13 HUFFY PUFFY (13TH ANNIVERSARY RUN) MEET AT THE BOG AT 5:30 P.M.
683: 12/20 HAJ WHITE RICE’S SWAN SONG (WITH PEEWEE)
695: 3/14/1998 ST. PATRICK’S DAY ARACHNIFLOORSEX
699: 4/11/98 HUFFY PUFFY
CONTACT CIEGA TO SIGN UP. IT IS A HASHERS DUTY TO BE A HARE. BE SOMEBODY, SET TRAIL FOR YOUR FRIENDS.

EDITORIAL
The run we EXPERIENCED last Saturday was, (in the words of Joseph {cousin of Ted} Nugent) AWESOME. It was well marked, well planned, well orchestrated. When someone puts this much and time into any hash; the attention to detail, the thought process, the thinking about what the FRB’s are going to be thinking and when;....I begin to worry about them. Maybe they need to see someone. Maybe there is a twelve step group they can join. Maybe there is someone they can see about compulsive/obsessive behavior. And talk about FEAR! I saw Leave It at his home moments before the hash was to begin, and he was on the verge of Catatonia. Well, actually, they can talk to me. My name is Haj Fucking Kramden, Sir! And I AM a Hashaholic. It is nothing to be ashamed of. Every Saturday about 3:00 p.m. I get the shakes. I begin to tremble. I begin to sweat in anticipation of that first foot step out of the box. And if I should happen (for whatever reason) to miss the hash, I am not a happy camper. It is almost as if I am having withdrawal. I know that it is hard for normal people to understand. But it only takes Half a Mind to run the hash.

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