Lost Boobs #144 Hash Trash September 30, 2013 – “Angry Hand Jobs” Why is everyone so ANGRY?? If you have to go to a hash in Ahwatukee (“The largest cul-de-sac in America!!”), you might be angry. If your co-hare (Grapes of Wrath) neglects to mark trail and instead chalks “masterpieces” …
Lost Boobs #146 Hash Trash Pho Cao October 14, 2013 Sometimes hashers wear funny costumes. This night was no exception. There was the bottle of Heineken beer (fuck that shit!), wankers in underwear, a dude with a toilet seat around his neck and all the rest in gnarly knee socks …
Lost Boobs #147 Hash Trash October 21, 2013 Bootlickhers The purpose of this belated hash trash is to commemorate a (probably, maybe) once-in-a-lifetime event: Receiving a hash name. Hash naming is very special, since it occurs only once in a hasher’s life. Just ask Anal Beaching/Pip Squirt/Pip Squeak/Just Kristi. (Don’t …
Lost Boobs #148 Hash Trash October 28, 2013 King of Queens Boom Boom Brothel The start of this hash was an amazing house, gigantic back yard; perfect hash location and tons of hashers in costume. Its that time of year when you really can’t tell if someone is dressed up, …
***SPECIAL DOUBLE ORGASM EDITION 149 AND 150*** Lost Boobs Hash Trash #149 Long Wong’s, 130 wankers, 12 virgins November 4, 2103 This hash’s hares, Patient Zero and Hole Punched, claimed to be separated at birth. When questioned about this, Hole Punched explained, “We have the same favorite things: same color, …
Lost Boobs Hash Trash #151 Pranksters Too, 96 wankers, 9 virgins November 18, 2013 Whackin’ In The Jesus Library Once again the Lost Boobs return to Pranksters Too, a great place to play some volleyball, see live music, or watch the game, but did we do any of that shit? …
Lost Boobs Hash Trash #152 Zipp’s (No, not that one. Oops, not there, either. The one on Indian School.) November 25, 2013 A GRATITUDE JOURNAL, HASHER STYLE To A.S. Gispert, whom we fondly call “G” for beginning the noble tradition of the hare and hound run, originating in 1938 from …
Once upon a time, a young woman was lonely and forlorn. She searched for love high and low, long and short, skinny and fat. She gazed out the window and could not tell the difference between the rain running down the pane and the tears of pain running down her …
This Is Not Lost Boobs Hash Trash #162 February 3, 2014 Giligan’s, Old Town Scottsdale Hares: Diamonds ‘N’ Hurls, I Punched A Kid and Grapes of Wrath In case you have been looking for LBHT #162, it doesn’t exist. There never was, nor will there ever be, a shenanigan summary …