nights like this in san francisco don't happen all too often. the sun is out, it's warm, the views of the city are spectacular. and then mr. motormount comes along, and all goes to crap. big, gay mustache crap.

note to self: cheap, fake mustaches do not increase one's attractiveness, no matter how many cheap beers are consumed. last i checked, hairy body appendages are out, but they definitely resurfaced at monday's run.

some notable hashers didn't even have to splurge for a mustache, they brought their own. guzzler, beastie boy, cuming mother were overheard debating the merits of their nostril hair, but who's your daddy had everyone beat. his was a tried and true, stinky frenchman stache. oh la la.

pack took off towards mission, then back, then forward, then hills, then more hills, jesus. by the beer check, hashers were in a disarray. where's my mustache? i went in the bushes and came out and it was gone! i was drinking beer with this new harriette and the next thing i know, no facial hair! you have to feel sorry for hashers who actually saw their stache grow during the course of the run, who knows what they were drinking.

no big gay hash is complete without a sprint down castro. and what a big gay parade it was!

walkers drank for being empty handed from the "run". claimed they were given the wrong directions. does this qualify as complaining?

just jeanine got named tasty snatch, apparently she gives good tongue action, and was able to give hashers a proper demonstration.

who's your daddy and eat my pussy drank for having to grow a mustache. i know it took months, but the efforts have paid off.

who's your daddy drank again for being drunk all the time in france, on his wife's dime. crime, please?

9 1/2 weeks drank for going somewhere. (beastie boy should have multiple down-downs coming for horrible handwriting)

pack drank beer and were rowdy in the park. then pack moved to the phoenix, drank more beer and was more rowdy.