Hash Trash 900

SAIPAN HASH TRASH
issues 900 - 909

Run #909 THE “SHORT CRAWL UP ” RUN
HARES: BUSTER BROWN & HAJ CLAYMORE
BOX: JULY 4TH RIDGE
ON HOME: CHUCK JORDANS FUTURE HOME
CASUALTIES: ANYONE WITH SKIN
RUN RATING: ***
DLMM RATING:0
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20 hounds did a very short run through pandanus and limestone forest. Religion was short. The sun set shortly after we started Religion. Did I say that the run was short? The area was policed and Swing Low was sung and people either went to have martini’s or home like the Tyrant.
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910 4/27/02 FM 72 RAT
911 5/4/02 HAJ CHICKEN LIL DICK
(I can imagine!!!???)
912 5/11/02 MR. HAPPY POCKETS & HAJ F.
KRAMDEN, SIR.
913 5/18 ELVIS & BOBSAGGET BOBSAGGET
914 FM 73 HAJ CLAYMORE AND WEST END BENDER
IF YOU WANT TO SIGN UP TO BE A HARE, CONTACT CIEGA. IT IS A HASHERS DUTY TO BE A HARE. BE SOMEBODY, SET TRAIL FOR YOUR FRIENDS.

Editorial
Dear Penthouse Letters:
I never used to believe any of the letters I read in your magazine about people having hot sex with total strangers until recently, when I had the most fantastic sexual experience of my life.
I live on a little island in Micronesia, called Saipan. The weather is almost always very hot and humid, resulting in lots of beautiful, scantily clad, babes at the beach. I was feeling like a little swim the other day, so I went to a local beach that is more secluded than the regular beaches frequented by the many tourists. I chose a very skimpy thong to wear, to work on my tan, and to show off my package to any babes that might happen by. I am six foot two, and very handsome. I work out with weights six days a week, and run at least five miles every other day. I am hard and lean, and have washboard abs, and am very well hung. I grabbed my dick chair and some tanning oil and headed to the secluded beach where I could have some privacy--or so I thought!
The beach was usually deserted, but on this particular day, there were 10 beautiful women of various ages, all running around without a stitch of clothes on! I couldn't believe my good fortune, when one of the women, I think her name was Sega, came over and asked if I would rub some oil on her naked body so she wouldn't get sunburned. Oh, baby! Pretty soon I was rubbing oil all over her hot bod, and then my schlong started to grow, almost bursting out of my thong.
Some of the other gals saw what was happening, and they all wanted to get oiled up, too. Needless to say, I volunteered my services to every one!
Then there was this really hot little number, who said she had too much beer in her head, and she noticed my mighty member fighting to escape confinement from the pouch of my thong. She said, "Ooooh, honey, that looks really nice; can I touch it for a minute?" Touch it? She could have it! Well, she eased the thong off my hardened pole, then it was a real free-for-all. All the women were sucking and stroking me and each other, and I think I had my way with every single one of them, but I still had not had an orgasm. I decided to really hunker down and get my nut with a really frisky number named Beatrice Trail (these gals had really unusual names),
and pretty soon I moaned that I was going to give up the ghost. "We thought you said goats!" they all yelled, laughing and enjoying some private joke, no doubt. Then one of them said, "Wait, honey, don't come yet. There's something we want you to do for us." Then she pulled out this really nasty t-shirt, and she said they'd all make me really happy for the rest of the day if I'd spew my first load on
this natty little garment. Well, what the hell; when in Rome . . .
When I finally did come, it was with three of the girls, one named Bob something Bob something, another named Cutie Franchisa or
something like that, and one named Fran Fatelle, all stroking me and doing all kinds of preverted things to me and talking dirty to me
about smoking the Hash with them, and I emptied out everything I had in the lower half of my entire body onto that filthy shirt. And by
the looks of it, I wasn't the first. Later, as we had a marathon sex orgy and all came dozens of times, the women told me the shirt
belonged to some sexist asshole they wanted to teach a lesson to. Anyway, I've decided to settle down in Saipan, and I've rented a
little place by that beach. Please print my letter, cuz I really want one of those shirts you guys give away when you print one of our
letters in your magazine. I promise I'll watch that shirt real close, at least when I meet the NoWAD girls at the beach for a little "tanning" session.
Name withheld by request

CONTACT CIEGA. IT IS A HASHERS DUTY TO BE A HARE. BE SOMEBODY, SET TRAIL FOR YOUR FRIENDS.
GOD BLESS AMERICA. GOD BLESS THE SAIPAN HASH HOUSE HARRIERS.

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(there was a picture here but it was just tooooo big!)
This whole dirt road shirt thing is getting completely out of hand. I can see the young George C. Scott glare in Chicken Lil Dick’s eyes whenever he talks about it. Even when he is not around I can see the look in my minds eye. And it is scary. NOWADS, be AFRAID, BE VERY AFRAID.
(there was a picture here but it was just tooooo big!)

BITCH!!!!!

Run #908 THE “SONG KRAN ” RUN
HARES: BUSTER BROWN & PAXCIL
BOX: RANCHO INDIANA JONES
ON HOME: CHEZ BUSTER BROWN & PLF
CASUALTIES: NONE
RUN RATING: ***
DLMM RATING:0
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20 hounds showed up at the BOG and this included Kaiser, Angel, Berry Big, the long missing Floorshow and Haj Lil Chicken Dick. There was also one FNG named Max (N.W.A.T.P.I.C.) The box was announced as the clearing north of one of Indiana Jones estates. The hares had us go down the side of a hill. The hares told us that there was going to yellow and pink ribbon on the trail and then ran off. The Tyrant ‘splained the instructions to the FNG and then waited for the time to run out. After the 10-minuted head start, the pack was off up the hillside and then on to the main road. The trail checked to the right towards Mt. Suu Suu. After about 100 yards, another checking took the pack down the hillside towards San Roque, on an old abandoned road. The trail continued down for a while and then turned north to skirt the hills above the village. This was the type of hillside with all the loose rocks covered with a thin layer of sword grass. TREACHEROUS!! The trail then started to turn up again and popped out of the jungle at the base of Mt. Suu Suu. Most people, including the FNG, started to go over the top, but the Tyrant, old and tired as he is, decided to go around the base, since he knew what goes up, must come down. So he led Berry Big and Bob Sagget Bob Sagget around to the other side, missing a wimps water stop at the top.
These three connected with the trail again and it headed north again towards the top of Paradise Valley. The trail went straight across the top of the ridge into the old Sam Francisco farms and then worked its way out towards the Radar Road. However, before it got to the main road, it checked left on to the old road, which goes down to San Roque. Somewhere in here, the trail went back into the jungle and through some farms. Just before we got out of the jungle, we heard “ON HOME” very faintly about 300 meters to the left. We also heard some shouting straight ahead. When we cleared the jungle, we ran into a bunch of Thai girls with a big Water Gun, bath soaps, and powder. And they performed the Song Kran (Thai Water Festival) on us. From here, it was just a short jog into As Matuis proper and then down to Buster Brown and PLF’s house.
Fortunately the host had a hose in his front yard and many took a shower to get the powder off. There were also a bunch of little kids sitting around waiting for us to arrive.
As we waited for stragglers, we watched a really cool sunset, but the clouds hid the green flash. Once everyone was in, a vehicle run was done and then a small fire was started. The pallets arrived just in time because the little flour was about to go out. The Tyrant piped up Religion and the hares were called forward. Next the FNG was called forward and he said that he worked at the P.I.C. (N.W.A.T.P.I.C.), and Kate was the one who made him come. Next we had courtesies for the run. And we also had a CLD trip report about the Dirt Road Hash in Pattaya. We then had a few more courtesies and then it was time to police the area. Swing Low was sung, and the assembled headed towards Hamilton’s.
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Editorial
I would like to thank those of you who helped during Saipan’s first Xterra Championship. Unless you have organized an event of this magnitude, you have no idea how hard it is. We can look forward to an even bigger event next year. Now if you want to get involved in a LOCAL event of that magnitude, I am looking for volunteers for the Tagaman Triathlon, which will be held on May 15, 2002. If you are interested in helping, please contact the Tyrant at 236-2540 or 234-7831, or Wolf@saipan.com
Great trail this past week. And know that Ciega and I both passed on a free meal and party so that we could be with those of you who are true hashers. Honor to us and to those of you who ran this last week.
CONTACT CIEGA. IT IS A HASHERS DUTY TO BE A HARE. BE SOMEBODY, SET TRAIL FOR YOUR FRIENDS.
GOD BLESS AMERICA. GOD BLESS THE SAIPAN HASH HOUSE HARRIERS.

Run #907 THE “XTERRA PAXCIL ” RUN
HARES: BUSTER BROWN & DAVE GOODGAME
BOX: CAPITOL HILL POST OFFICE
ON HOME: HIDDEN BEACH
CASUALTIES: SHIRLEY
RUN RATING: ***
DLMM RATING:0
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17 hounds showed up at the BOG for a virgin set run. There was one FNG who showed up at the Box (and was almost a co-hare working with the Goodgames). The box was announced and everyone headed up there. After the hares gave special instructions; (pink ribbon and flour), the Tyrant ‘splained the instructions to the lone FNG, who then drove off to take up his place on the trail. (He would be at a point in the trail where it would be ooze or cruise). Anyway, while we waited, the Tyrant (sorry Ciega, it is MY pov) started scraping the wasps nests off of the wall. Dog Leg then explained that the green worms were not the pupa of the wasps, but hosts for the eggs of the wasps, which have been injected with the eggs and, from which the eggs get their nourishment. How interesting. After the 10-minute head start, the pack was off and out to the main intersection. The pack split up but the true trail went southeast towards San Vicente. A checking at the baseball field took the pack behind the basketball court, and then down into some ones cow pasture. The trail then looped back north and over great gobs of sword grass and lantana. Eventually we popped out on the Bankers Road and another checking. Here the Tyrant, who had been an FRB for the longest time, took the first of several On Backs, followed closely by Beerhead and Jordass. The true trail was into a beautiful fern forest that was on the west side of the road. The Tyrant came back to true trail, while Beerhead and Jordass flew. This fern forest seemed like it would never end, but soon popped out on the back side of the bankers road right near the Y.W.A.M chicken farm. The trail then went out to Wireless Road and a checking. We ran up this road a ways until we hit another checking which took us back into the jungle on the western slope and a trail, which paralleled the road. The trail meandered along this path for a while until it popped out at a water stop behind the Capitol Hill Cemetery. Those of us who have dearly departed here went to pay our respects, while the trail continued north on the ridgeline and down into a ravine. We crossed the ravine and headed up the other side and then popped out on Wireless just south of the Magellan Hotel. The trail then went straight out on Wireless, past the monument to Indiana Jones (which were paid for by proceeds from his medexam-a-minute clinic in San Antonio), on out to the monument to Split Hare where an arrow took the pack down the old Talofofo Road, which is now part of the Xterra bike course. From here it was a straight run down to the FNG, who was reading a book and directing people into a ravine on the left, or straight road ahead. The On Home was Hidden Beach. The only person that was almost never heard from again was Shirley Goodgame, who somehow (and we still do not know how) got lost and had to go back to the vehicles and await the mercy truck. Once everyone was in, Elvis got a really great fire going. So we all got toasty waiting for the vehicle runners to come back.
Once they returned, the Tyrant piped up Religion and the hares were called forward. They gave great honor to each other for a job well done. Next the FNG was called forward and did his duty. Next we asked for a trip report from Shirley because we all wanted to know where she went (never underestimate the stupidity of the hounds). After this we called Bob Sagget Bob Sagget up for a trip report. She ran with the Chang Mai hash in Thailand. Then there were courtesies called for and some jokes were told. But since cut ups Blow Job and Chicken Lil Dick were not here on this night, Religion was pretty tame.
After some more jokes the Tyrant retired the vessel and asked for the area to be policed. Swing Low was sung and the assembled headed to Hamilton’s. The Tyrant of course, went home.
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Run #906 THE “RED MUD AND SWORD GRASS ” RUN
HARES: ELVIS & TOM COLTON
BOX: REV & TAX (AGAIN!!??)
ON HOME: PEOPLES PARK OVERLOOK
CASUALTIES: MHP, KRAMDEN, THE OLD MAN
RUN RATING: ***
DLMM RATING:0
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XX hounds showed up at the BOG including Kowpaddy and Miharu (who we missed, her not him). A young Chinese guy named Kaiser and a Chinese girl named Angel (Kramden flapping arms like angel) were the FNG’s. The box was announced and we all thought we would be doing the last full moon run all over again. But alas, the assembled headed there anyway and parked and went up the stairs to the box. The hares gave special instructions; there would be flour and pink ribbon. Then they were off and the Tyrant ‘splained the instructions to the FNG’s, only one of whom spoke English.
After the 10-minute head start, the pack was off, down the road, around towards Charlie and Debbie lane, and then down to an exact replica of the checking from the previous Full Moon run. FRB’s Kramden and MHP headed straight for the Esco’s road and what they figured would be a straight shot down to Jeffries Beach. But after about _ mile, they ran into the dreaded On Back and had to run all the way back up to the main road. And although they could hear the pack in the jungle to their right, they were not sure if the trail went into the ravine which runs into Talofofo, or back up around. So, they got back on true trail and headed out behind the Legislature, where true trail went into the jungle.
As part of this trail, in an area known as I Lisong and somewhere down in the vines and piney forest, was a Loop in the bush. This might have screwed some hounds up, but not the Tyrant who had caught up with the pack and was almost and Big Dog again, except for when the trail started to go uphill again. However, MHP and Kramden were in the front of the pack and jumping down into a ravine were both stabbed by the same branch. So now they are truly blood brothers. It was at this point in the trail where we started to hit the red mud of the old Peoples Park overlook. For those of you who are new to Saipan (less than 15 years), this was an off road motorcycle race course before the tree huggers moved in and started to complain about erosion and stuff.
From here the trail began to go up hill again and eventually we hit a plateau that looked over a farm (which just happened to be the On Home), and Kramden, at his people pleasing best, started shouting for those behind him to be SCB’s and run up the hill to the Farm, forgetting that by doing so he would lose his stature as a Big Dog by not coming in first. Anyway, true trail went down to a retaining wall, and then behind the bank houses at the outskirts of Capitol Hill. It was at this point where Ciega and PLF were almost single-handedly gang banged by a wild-eyed GOAT!! With HUGE Viking Like horns on his head (RRRRRRRRRRRRR!!) They eventually were able to escape and make it to the on home. A roaring fire was waiting for everyone and almost immediately the hares started to roast weenies, while Blow Job passed out old issues of Playboy magazine for us temporary bachelors to drool over.
The Tyrant called for Religion and the hares were called forward. And although Tom was a virgin, there were no sheets to show, so the Tyrant was disappointed. Then the FNG’s were called forward and Angel got her first kiss (doing a Palauan with the 5 year college student Kaiser). Next the Tyrant called for courtesies and jokes and there were quite a few. During Religion someone yelled satellite watch and we were blessed with 3 (count them three) celestial spies passing overhead. Eventually it was time to call Marquesa De Sade to do here shoe down down. The Tyrant admonished her to carry on the tradition and then called those who would miss her forward.
At Religion during the shoe down down Kowpaddy and Blow Job got into a testosterone pissing match, which had something to do with naked brides or some such stuff. In the middle of this, the Tyrant snuck away with WEB and has no idea how it ended. He of course went home.

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THE YEAR 2002 MISMANAGEMENT
TYRANT/GM: HAJ. F, KRAMDEN, SIR
RA: DOG LEG
AAAARA: OPEN
FIRE MASTER: ELVIS
D.L.MMMM TECHNICIAN: DOG LEG
HASH CASH: CIEGA
TRAIL MASTER:HAJJI PEEWEE
HASH SCRIBE: MUTTON BLURB
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.$7.00 (NON NEGOTIABLE)
RECEDING HARELINE
907 4/6/02 DAVE GOODGAME & BUSTER BROWN
908 4/13/02 OPEN
909 4/20/02 OPEN
910 4/27/02 OPEN
911 5/4/02 HAJ CHICKEN LIL DICK
(I can imagine!!!???)
IF YOU WANT TO SIGN UP TO BE A HARE, CONTACT CIEGA. IT IS A HASHERS DUTY TO BE A HARE. BE SOMEBODY, SET TRAIL FOR YOUR FRIENDS.
Editorial
As I was dragging my ass up the last hill (after being an FRB on the false trail down ESCO’s Road AND after having to rest in the shade of an iron wood tree), I started thinking to myself. “You know, you will be 50 years old next year (on July 16, 2003 so don’t forget the presents), aren’t you a little old to be doing this?” And I thought again, I am in the prime of my life. My Grandfather lived to be 96, and when he was 80, he had a girlfriend my age. Although I am a victim of a couple of life long diseases, because of them I am probably in the best physical, mental, and spiritual health of my entire life. TOO OLD MY ASS!! I am just getting started. You newcomers, I have done my time as a hare. Now it is your turn. Get off your lazy, do nothing asses and sign up to be a hare.
In this day and age, there are very few people who truly care about other people. Jill Burke is one of those thoughtful people and she will be missed.
CONTACT CIEGA. IT IS A HASHERS DUTY TO BE A HARE. BE SOMEBODY, SET TRAIL FOR YOUR FRIENDS.
GOD BLESS AMERICA. GOD BLESS THE SAIPAN HASH HOUSE HARRIERS.

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WE MEET AT4:00 P.M. (until OCTOBER, 2002)
HASH BULLETIN BOARD
LOOKING FOR VOLUNTEERS FOR XTERRA SAIPAN CHAMPIONSHIPS (APRIL 13) AND TAGAMAN TRIATHLON 3/18/2002. CONTACT TYRANT AT WOLF@SAIPAN.COM OR 236-2540
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RUN # 905 THE “LEASH ON CLAYMORE ” RUN
HARES: HAJ CLAYMORE & BUSTER BROWN
BOX: HAMILTON’S (AGAIN!?)
ON HOME: JUAN DEDA’S CLEARING (AGAIN??!!!)
CASUALTIES: NONE
RUN RATING: **.5
DLMM RATING:0
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17 hounds braved the threat of another Claymore run. FNG Phil on his first and last Saipan Hash, showed up (he is from Toronto, Canada, home of the Hoggtown Hash House Harriers).
We also saw the return of Hajji Peewee who ran the hash and then ran away. Also Capt. George and Jenny (Mrs. George), Shlong Thong, and Lemur who have all been gone way to long. The hares announced the box as Hamilton’s (AGAIN!!???) and so the pack was off to the box. This time however the box was in the back yard, right next to old Ham’s grave (along with all of his dogs from years gone by).
Anyway, we all got in the box, and waited for the hares, and the Frisbee throwers threw their Frisbee around the yard. There were no special instructions (although there should have been since the hares had used yellow ribbon to set trail but forgot to tell anyone).
Then the hares were off and Haj Claymore stopped to pick up the Frisbee and then ran right into the chain across the road. The Tyrant ‘splained the instructions to the lone FNG named Phil, who was a Canadian med student “learning” at CHC. After the 10-minute head start, the pack was off.
There was a checking right at the entrance to the compound and some went west towards Middle Road while the Tyrant headed east up the hill. The trail continued up towards Deda’s clearing and a checking at this road took Hajji Peewee up the hill.
The Tyrant kept on going but ran into an On Back at the road leading to San Isidro Chapel. But, when he turned to go back, everyone was heading towards him. The checking at Deda’s road also went into the jungle, and then down into the looping road. So the pack then headed north on the lower road to another checking which DID go down to an arrow on Middle Road at the Town and Country Intersection. There was a 20-minute cluster fuck here behind the CDA because the trail petered out. The pack then went back out to Middle Road, looked around, and then back behind CDA. Someone stumbled on to the trail, which was off to the left in the jungle. Eventually the road popped out on Beach Road.
There was a run north on Beach Road. The trail continued to the Travel Lodge apartments and the entire pack went past a checking that was off the road about 8 feet. The Tyrant kept going only to hit another On Back right near the Old Japanese Jail. He flew to the Museum and back down to Beach Road while the rest of the pack back tracked to the checking (and found it this time). The trail then headed east behind the Travel Lodge and back into some jungle. We popped out on Middle Road again, near what used to be Kweks, and then we went south towards the Gualo Rai intersection. From here the trail went into the Chong family compound and looped around behind Hamiltons. We came out of the jungle in front of the Green something hotel and into a lush bamboo grove. The trail then went immediately into a slippery rock hillside with lots of tripping vines.
This continued for about _ mile until we popped out on to the road that goes to Deda’s water tank and the clearing above Claymore’s apartment.
A vehicle run was done, Peewee ran away, and amateurs started the fire since Elvis was not around.
The Tyrant piped up Religion and the hares were called forward. They talked about nonsense and Buster Brown talked about how he had to reign in Claymore. Next we called Phil forward and he was in awe of the whole thing.
Mr. Happy Pockets got up and gave us a trip report of the Bali Hash. He got himself a shirt and did not have to sleep with anyone to get it.
Like all good things, this night had to come to an end. The Tyrant called for policing the area, Swing Low was sung, and the assembled headed to Hamilton’s.

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RECEDING HARELINE
907 4/6/02 DAVE GOODGAME & BUSTER BROWN
908 4/13/02 OPEN
909 4/20/02 OPEN
910 4/27/02 OPEN
911 5/4/02 HAJ CHICKEN LIL DICK

IF YOU WANT TO SIGN UP TO BE A HARE, CONTACT CIEGA. IT IS A HASHERS DUTY TO BE A HARE. BE SOMEBODY, SET TRAIL FOR YOUR FRIENDS.
Editorial
We have no hares after next week. What kind of crap is that? What kind of hashers are you? We are losing the hard core every week and we need some new blood. Not new blood that lays around and does not do anything, but REAL HASHERS who love to set trail and sweat and stink. FAGS! Why I was setting trail when you guys were doing yellow poo poo in your diapers, or in the immortal words of Moe Green, “I made my bones when you were banging cheerleaders”. You’re grown-ups now. You need to behave like one and set trail.
CONTACT CIEGA. IT IS A HASHERS DUTY TO BE A HARE. BE SOMEBODY, SET TRAIL FOR YOUR FRIENDS.
GOD BLESS AMERICA. GOD BLESS THE SAIPAN HASH HOUSE HARRIERS.

Run #904 THE “TOGETHER AGAIN” RUN
HARES: ABBOTT & COSTELLO
BOX: PAU PAU BEACH NORTH
ON HOME: PAU PAU BEACH NORTH
CASUALTIES: NONE
RUN RATING: ***
DLMM RATING:0
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33 hounds, including visiting hashers Squeals Like Pig (Okinawa), and Tender Nuts (Hawaii), showed up at the BOG. FNG’s Thorn and Angela (who whined about not knowing how long it was going to take), Ruth, Josue, and Daniel (the Germans).
The box was announced as Pau Pau Beach so the assembled headed North. Once in the box, the hares gave special instructions, flour and toilet paper. Then the hares left, and the Tyrant ‘splained the instructions to the FNG’s.
After the 10-minute head start the hounds were off. The pack ran south on the beach and then out to the road. A checking took half of the pack up into La Fiesta San Roque, up that REALLY long uphill road, and Fartacus and Chris flew up there. But this was not the trail. They eventually went all the way to the Marianas Country Club and eventually to the On Home after a long mistake. Anyway, the rest of the pack headed south on the highway in the hot, hot sun. Finally a checking into the bowels of San Roque took the pack into a side road, which led to Abbott and Costello’s house. Costello was hiding inside, as we all ran past the trampoline outside with the 2 boys in it. The trail went right up behind the house and into the jungle. This jungle trail continued on up for awhile until it came out on another rarely used jeep trail.
A checking here took the pack east again towards Wireless Road. We never did reach Wireless, but turned north again and eventually ended up in the flat part of Paradise Valley. The trail headed out the gully, over the rain baffles, and out to the village of San Roque.
A checking at the main road took us to GTC Elementary school and then down to the beach. Then it was a straight run back to the box. Along the way, Chicken Lil Dick and Ciega found a Christmas tree and brought it along to the On Home. Before dark everyone came in and a fire was started by Elvis (who has been nursing a bad ankle). Once everyone was in, including Blow Job who rode the bus to the Nikko, the Tyrant piped up Relgion and the hares were called forward. (As Religion was being conducted, Berry Big offered 2 of his Mahi Mahi and Blow Job dressed it and began to cook it over the fire). After the hares, the visiting hashers were called forward and Squeals Like a Pig said his farewells. After this the FNG’s were called forward and all of them did not disgrace themselves. The fish was passed around and some jokes were told. Some courtesies were done, and then the circle joke of Jew jokes (in honor of the hares) was begun. It was pretty lame. The area was policed, Swing Low was sung, and the assembled headed to Garapan. The Tyrant of course went home.
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RECEDING HARELINE
905 3/23/02 CLAYMORE
906 3/30/02 ELVIS & TOM COLTON
907 4/6/02 DAVE GOODGAME & BUSTER BROWN
908 4/13/02 OPEN
909 4/20/02 OPEN
910 4/27/02 OPEN
911 5/4/02 HAJ CHICKEN LIL DICK
IF YOU WANT TO SIGN UP TO BE A HARE, CONTACT CIEGA. IT IS A HASHERS DUTY TO BE A HARE. BE SOMEBODY, SET TRAIL FOR YOUR FRIENDS.

Editorial
It certainly was cool coming in with the Big Dogs again. Or at least being in the front for most of the hash. That may not mean much to you young whippersnappers, but to an old fart like me it means a lot. That is why it is so disappointing to see that we hardly have any hares. When I first started hashing, I was probably the hare for the first 15 runs. I was the hare for run # 25. I was the hare for run # 50. How many of you people have been a hare at all? Ever? Somebody take Ladrone by the hand and get his hare cherry. Don’t make me beg. If you like the hash, then enhance the experience by being a hare. It does not take a lot of creativity or brains. Just some flour and some gasoline (or big brass balls if you want to run it live).
CONTACT CIEGA. IT IS A HASHERS DUTY TO BE A HARE. BE SOMEBODY, SET TRAIL FOR YOUR FRIENDS.
GOD BLESS AMERICA. GOD BLESS THE SAIPAN HASH HOUSE HARRIERS.
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RUN # 903 THE “SAVED BY THE LADERAN TANGKE TRAIL” RUN
HARES: DOG LEG & PISSBREAK
BOX: BIRD ISLAND OVERLOOK
ON HOME: WING BEACH
CASUALTIES: TENDER NUTS
RUN RATING: ***
DLMM RATING:0
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25 hounds, including visiting hashers Glowing Balls (Hiroshima), Squeals Like Pig (Okinawa), and Tender Nuts (Hawaii), showed up at the BOG. These Marine Hashers also brought 6 or 7 FNG’s with them. In fact, there were more non-Saipan hashers than Saipan hashers. We also saw the return of some REAL boat people from the Lummis. Although there was no hares scheduled this week, Dog Leg and Pissbreak came up with a run and announced the box as the Bird Island Overlook. The assembled headed down to the bottom of the overlook and turtle watched while the Tyrant ‘splained the instructions to the FNG’s. After waiting for the usual 10-minute head start, the pack was off to a checking which took us immediately into the brush on the hillside directly across from the parking lot. This precipitous trail went straight up and then into the lower environs of the Laderan Tangke trail. There was lots of meandering through the lushly forested limestone forest. There was lots of tripping over vines. Eventually though, the trail popped out on the clearing at the end of the Laderan Tangke trail (where beer truck driver Ciega was surprised by Glowing Balls), and then back into the jungle. However, Glowing Balls took the road out to the trailhead entrance and ran into Dog Leg (GOTCHA!). The rest of the pack stayed on true trail and popped out at this entrance and then checked down hill at the Radar Station Road. This was a straight pavement pounder to the million-gallon tank. Here, a checking took the pack on the road behind the Marianas Country Club Golf Course. After about a _ mile, another checking took the pack on to the fairway at hole number 5. Just at the edge of the fairway, the Tyrant hit what he though was a vine, and tried to force his way through it. It was not a vine. It was barbed wire. BLAM!! Right on his face, in front of a Marine. How embarrassing. The trail then continued across two more fairways, out to the perimeter road, and then down behind the swimming pool. An arrow at the ball field took the pack to Wing Beach Road and then the On Home which was all the way at the end. After everyone was in (except Tender Nuts), a vehicle run was done and he was found at the box with the vehicles. Since Elvis was MIA, Dog Leg had to go and find pallets, so Religion was not started until late. The hares were called forward and the Marines sang some bawdy songs while they did their down downs. Once this was completed the visiting hashers from Japan (via Tinian) got up and did their down downs. Next the FNG’s were called forward and there were a few Marines and one P.I.C. Clubmate (N.W.A.T.P.I.C.). After this there were some courtesies and some jokes told. But eventually the Tyrant called for policing the area and Swing Low was sung. Many people went to a party at Coffee Care while some headed on over to Hamilton’s. The Tyrant of course went home.

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RECEDING HARELINE
905 3/23/02 CLAYMORE
906 3/30/02 OPEN
907 4/6/02 OPEN
908 4/13/02 OPEN
909 4/20/02 OPEN
910 4/27/02 OPEN
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Editorial
It’s true. All you need is half a mind to be a hasher. And all you need is two half minds to be unscheduled hares. Dogleg and Pissbreak, in true Hajji Peewee tradition, pulled a run out of their ass and it was good.
Well thought out, well marked, a little shiggy, a little road, and wonderful on home, and the hares got caught. What more could one ask for. So don’t say you don’t know how to be a hare. You just need a 5 pound bag of flour and $5 worth of gas.
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Run #902 THE “CHINESE FIRE DRILL” RUN
HARES: HAJ CLAYMORE AND SALT PIETER
BOX: HAMILTON’S
ON HOME: JUAN DEDA’S VIEW PLOT
CASUALTIES: NONE
RUN RATING: ***
DLMM RATING:5
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23 hounds, including visiting hashers Glowing Balls (Hiroshima), Squeals Like Pig (Okinawa), and Tender Nuts (Hawaii), showed up at the BOG. FNG Kevin was also there as well as the long missing Princess Jama. The box was announced as Hamilton’s so everyone kind of figured it would be a circle jerk since eventually, most people end up at Hamilton’s on Saturday night after the hash anyway. But the box was marked in front of the food annex and the hares gave special instructions. There would be flour (very little) and toilet paper on trail, and nothing else. They left and the Tyrant ‘splained the instructions to the lone hare. After the 10-minute head start, the pack was off, out to the parking lot, and then Budweiser road. A checking took the pack left and straight to 2 on backs. Obviously, the hares did not want us to go this way, so most of the pack went down to Chalan Pale Arnold. All except Beaver Trail and the manamko’s Beerhead and Jordass. They flew straight up to San Ysidro Chapel and caught the hares. Meanwhile, back at Middle Road, the pack hit another checking and ran north and south. But there was no further trail in these directions and the pack headed down to Beach Road where another checking took the pack south on the Beach Road Pathway. This was pretty boring until we hit the Triple J road that leads up to Conwood Lumber. True trail headed here and another checking right behind the lumber yard took us south again passed a big, fenced in yard, where there were a bunch of Chinamen and Micronesians standing around. We thought it was a garment factory basketball game or something, but one of the Micronesian girls said it was a fire drill. And sure enough there were big bales of rags being set on fire by DPS Firemen. A CHINESE FIRE DRILL. The things that you see on Saipan. The trail then continued into the bowels of this neighborhood but eventually went back out to Middle Road and the helicopter pad access road that Haj Claymore flew on the previous week. The trail continued south again and then veered east over a retaining wall and then started a long, slow climb up some pretty steep cliff line. Somewhere in here, Haj CLD stopped to take a breather and then Kramden strode past and said, “Stop Smoking”. About 20 feet later, (and around a bend), Kramden Krapped out to, and was set upon by CLD when he finally got up to continue. Do as I say son, not as I do. Anyway, eventually, near the top of the ridgeline, the jungle was really thick with lots of vines and lots of bending over and climbing under branches and stuff. But we finally popped out on the “S” curve that passes the Hoffschneider family compound and heads up to San Ysidro. However, an arrow pointing down the hill (which was being eaten by pigeons), seemed to be wrong when the FRB’s went down and ran into two sets of On Backs. So the pack went up and we spent about 30 minutes in a cluster fuck in this area. Finally, Haj CLD decided to lead the pack down to last weeks On Home and if it was not there, to Hamilton’s. The Tyrant, Brian, and Octopusses Bitch went up to the Chapel and found nothing. So they too turned around and headed to Juan Deda’s clearing. And this is where they found the rest of the pack. The sabotage was discovered and we figure that it was Haj Floorshow (who showed up at the BOG but not at the box). As was noted before, Beaver Trail caught the hares. After a vehicle run was done and everyone was in, the Tyrant piped up religion and a fire was started on the remnants of last weeks run, including the Tiki god from Bali. The hares were called forward and talked about how the run was stolen from them but fuck the hounds anyway. Next the visiting hashers were called forward. Next the FNG was called forward. And then courtesies were called for and there were many. After a while, the hares took off their shorts and gave them to Beaver Trail, who took a 2X4 across her shoulders and put the shorts on either end. (She did return the shorts after her speech). Later on, Miharu got up and told the story of how she made Kowpaddy insanely jealous by calling Uncle “DICK” (Leetle Chicken Dick) to make sure she was safe in the jungle by herself since KK was not going to go on the hash. He miraculously showed up at the BOG just before we started. There were a few more courtesies, some jokes, and then Tender Nuts got up and told us that he was one of the original Ironmen of Hawaii. He also said he was going to do it again in 2003 (for the 25th anniversary). Rena almost had an orgasm. Anyway, the area was policed, Swing Low was sung, and everyone went back to the box. The Tyrant of course went home.

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THE YEAR 2002 MISMANAGEMENT
TYRANT/GM: HAJ. F, KRAMDEN, SIR
RA: DOG LEG
AAAARA: OPEN
FIRE MASTER: ELVIS
D.L.MMMM TECHNICIAN: DOG LEG
HASH CASH: CIEGA
TRAIL MASTER:HAJJI PEEWEE
HASH SCRIBE: HASHY HASHBORNE
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RECEDING HARELINE
904 3/16/02 ABBOTT & COSTELLO
905 3/23/02 CLAYMORE
906 3/30/02 OPEN
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Editorial
I really am disappointed with the hash these days. Now that pinch hitting hares Pinoccular and Hajji Pee Wee are no longer here, we have no one to depend on for last minute setting of great runs. What this means is that we are going to have to have people sign up ahead of time, scout out trail, seek trespassing permission, and be a hare. Don’t be a bunch of faggots. Sign up and set a run. If you don’t and you’re a man, you probably come first. And if you’re a woman, you are probably a selfish bitch.
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Run #901 THE “MATRESS MONKEY” RUN
HARES: HAJ CHICKEN LIL DICK & MARQUESA DE SADE
BOX: XO MARKET DRIVETHROUGH
ON HOME: JUAN DEDA’S VIEW PLOT
CASUALTIES: CIEGA
RUN RATING: ***
DLMM RATING:0
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20 hounds showed up for what would turn out to be an impromptu wedding hash. The entire wedding party of Kowpaddy and Miharu showed up. The box was announced as the XO Market in Gualo Rai. When we got there, we found out that it would be in a driveway that goes under the building and opens out on an illegal dump behind the building. The hares took off and the Tyrant ‘splained the instructions to the Japanese FNG’s (with the help of translator Mrs. Kowpaddy). At the same time, Dogleg was looking for the manager of the store to give him a ticket for the illegal dump. After the 10-minute head start, the pack was off and headed out to the main road. A checking on Chalan Pale Arnold took the pack south. There were on on’s on this highway and there were members of the pack on both sides of the road. Everyone ran past the BIGGEST checking anyone had ever seen. Only it was hidden inside a school bus stop. Fortunately, Salt Pieter spied the check after everyone had gone past and called the pack back. The checking took the pack up a dirt road that ran between H-Mart and East West Rental. The trail then went directly into the jungle ravine that is one of Blow Jobs favorite trails. The trail continued up the ravine over slicker than cat shit moss covered rocks. The trail was monumentally up hill and we all spoke in hushed tones about how happy we were that Lap Robe was not among the hounds today. Eventually the trail popped out on the San Ysidro Chapel road. We found the one false arrow pointing directly at an On Back. The pack then turned around and headed back to the Speaker of the House’s House and followed the trail behind his house and into the jungle again. Now the trail became vines and lush fern covered tropical jungle. The pack was pretty much kept together here and at one point had to scale an almost vertical wall. Once up on top of this cliff, the trail continued up the hill and soon peaked. Then the trail started down hill almost as steeply as the other side. The going down was easier, but there were lots of loose rocks an many of the FRB’s almost got injured by the clumsy RRB’s who kept kicking the rocks loose. All of a sudden, the trail popped out on the well above Juan Deda’s Gualo Rai Apartment complex. From here it was a quick run down the gravel road to the clearing above Kowpaddy’s house. Big Dogs Rena, Haj Floorshow, and HAJ F. KRAMDEN, SIR were the first hounds in (YEAH BABY!!!)
The pack was pretty close together so we did not have long to wait for everyone to come in. Some un-named hounds went to one of the apartments and commandeered an 8-foot tall wooden icon that became the centerpiece of the fire. Mother Kowpaddy and her beau Ron were gathered up from below and then the Tyrant piped up religion and the hares were called forward. They lied about how hard they worked on the trail. Then visiting hasher Flapping Lips (who was still yakking the whole time we were having Religion) got up and gave a vicarious trip report from the Maui Hash. Next the long line of Orientals got up and did their down downs. There were courtesies given to the run, and many petrochemicals were put on the Tiki to make it burn. Eventually the Tyrant called the happy couple up to perform the Mattress Monkey Ceremony (courtesy of Haj Chicken Lil Dick). Just as the Tyrant completed the ceremony, the Tiki came crashing down.. giving either an omen of the solemnity of this marriage (or an omen of things to come). The hounds with spritzers of beer then hosed the newly married couple down. There were a few more courtesies done and then the Tyrant called for policing the area. Swing Low was sung and the assembled headed to Hamilton’s. The Tyrant of course went home.
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RECEDING HARELINE
903 3/9/02 OPEN
904 3/16/02 ABBOTT & COSTELLO
905 3/23/02 CLAYMORE
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Editorial
It was a small hash this past week. But actually the small hashes are the best ones. Cozy. Close. Intimate. Everyone gets a chance to come up to the front and say or do something. If Flapping Lips had not been there, it would have been easier to maintain some level of decorum, but man, can that woman talk! Are all Lawyers like that.

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Run #900 THE “DOESN’T ANYONE WHERE LINGERIE ANYMORE” RUN
HARES: GRAB ASS, M&M MAN, & MESSAIAH
BOX: TEMPTATION ISLAND (THE ISLAND IN FRONT OF LOUIS VUITTON)
ON HOME: WORLD RESORT IN SADOG TASI
CASUALTIES: NONE
RUN RATING: ***
DLMM RATING:0
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89 hashers showed up at the Bank Of Guam for the 900th Running of the Saipan Hash House Harriers. Included in this assemblage were Flapping Lips (form Maui HHH) and Skid Mark, both former Saipanoids. The group also included a whole bunch of Guamaniacs (Chocolate Chip eg) who sailed up on the U.S.S. Frank Cable. Only about half of the hounds actually wore lingerie, but a photo opportunity was taken and then the assembled headed to the box, which was right around the corner from the BOG. Once everyone was in the box, waving to passing tour buses and locals alike, the Tyrant ‘splained the instructions to the FNG’s. This included a whole bevy of boat dweebs who “came” with Crapper Don. After the 10-minute head start, the pack was off, heading south on Beach Road to the Hard Rock intersection. From here, a checking took us on Garapan St., east to the corner. We stopped traffic at Chalan Pale Arnold and continued east on to Sugar King Road into Chinatown. The trail looped almost all the way to the top to a checking at Saina Pl. This is the entrance to Morgans Bluff in Garapan. But before we could get into his property the trail checked north into the Ravine, which runs between Chinatown and Navy Hill. The trail went down some really slippery slopes, over a moss-covered log, and then up the other side. We popped out on Magas Loop and then
east again and looped around to Navy Hill Road.
From here it was a straight, up hill, slog to Delegada St. (which is the left fork at Navy Hill proper). This trail went straight up, past the ball field, past upper Navy Hill housing and government buildings, to Fitma Pl., where we checked right. This little road took us to Olympic Apartments and the site of the now infamous face plant of Arachnophiliac. The trail went over some limestone rocks and then dropped down behind the apartments, past the little cave, and continued down a slippery and slick trail. Eventually the trail popped out in the bowels of Sadog Tasi on Sadog Tasi Dr. We followed this out, past the screaming children (who heckled the Biha Jordass), to Pila Dr. The trail also ran past the old Airstream Trailer that belongs to a now defunct Korean construction company. We took this to the block factory at the bottom of the hill just past Sablan Management, and on to Rasaki Way. We followed this up yet one more uphill to the maybe someday it will open World Resort Hotel. T-shirts were passed out (to the first 75 people) as people were checked in. The one-man band started to play as we waited for the stragglers, and several vehicle runs were done in the meantime. Food was brought, people ate, and Elvis started a fire (and it was cold). Eventually, the Tyrant piped up Religion. The hares were called forward and talked about the half assed effort that they made for a fairly decent run. Next the visiting hashers were called forward, and the group from Guam got up, and thought for a “Saipan” run it was not too bad. Then they all left. We got Flapping Lips and Skid Mark up as well and of course they talked about the fact that there is no hash like the Saipan Hash. Next the FNG’s got up and we found out just how busy the first mate on a MPS can be. We also got to see Skid Marks new boyfriend wearing a picture of her old boyfriend on the front of to (but that as they say is another story. Courtesies were next and there were a few. There were some jokes, and lots of obnoxious behavior from the penis gallery as well as Flapping Lips reminding us how she got that name. Lap Robe got up for her final final down down and was presented a shirt from Mr. Happy Pockets with Hash Hunks on the back (CLD, Haj. Kramden, Floorshow, MHP, and Kowpaddy). Then we named Mark Pixel Dick for electronically castrating everyone in the picture. We also named Deane (Mrs. Fartacus), Speckled Pecker, for running the entire run with one of the gloves with little orange dots hanging out of the front of her BVD’s. There were lots of Palauans with Flapping Lips, and then the area was policed (which was a major undertaking). Swing Low was sung and then most of the assembled headed to Hamilton’s where they had the last last party for Laprobe. The Tyrant of course, went home.

HASHING AROUND THE WORLD

THE YEAR 2001
MISMANAGEMENT
TYRANT/GM: HAJ. F, KRAMDEN, SIR
RA: DOG LEG
AAAARA: OPEN
FIRE MASTER: ELVIS
D.L.MMMM TECHNICIAN: DOG LEG
HASH CASH: CIEGA
TRAIL MASTER:HAJJI PEEWEE
HASH SCRIBE: HASHLIYA
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.$7.00 (NON NEGOTIABLE)
RECEDING HARELINE
901 2/23/02 HAJ CHICKEN LIL DICK & MARQUESA DE SADE
902 3/2/02 OPEN
903 3/9/02 ABBOTT & COSTELLO
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Editorial
Alas, we bid farewell to yet another Saipan Hasher. Not just one of those two year wonders who are here, and then gone (like the photo at right), but someone who was very much a part of the hash for the past 16 years. Someone for whom the word Walky Talky was invented. Someone for whom the term RRB’s was developed. She was someone who rarely saw the sunset before she got to the on home. And she did not leave with a whimper, but with a scathing attack (or defense of an attack) by another hasher. And both of them, because of who they are (were) and how they left, will become the stuff of hash legend. We will sit around the fire one day remembering Lap Robe to the FNG’s and the two-year wonders, and they will sit in awe of the stories we will tell. And we will speak kindly of the dead (Pit Bull), who we hope was just having a case of temporary insanity and not burning any bridges that her husband might someday have crossed. Alas, what would a soap opera be without the soap.

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