Aloha H3 Hash Trash #1814 – 12 Down Downs of Christmas
December 06th, 2025
Hares: Whack Ah Ho, 96 Superhole, All I need is Cock
Start: Ali Wai Golf Course
So no shit, there we were!
Gathered ‘round in mostly festive Christmas attire, with santa hats, rompers, and red and green outfits for as far as the eye could see! Just before the hares were blown off, a van pulled up and 5 or 6 people (maybe more) filled out like some magic trick to the joyful amusement of the hash.
Our visitors led us in song and introduction, providing us all with new first-impression names and glee. And soon after, the hares were away and the pack was off. Marks led nearly a straight shot to the club house where our hares sat waiting for us with pitchers of beer to share! The hounds gladly partook as they watched retirees put 100% focus into their puts on the practice green just outside the window.
Soon after, they were off and followed marks outside, across the parking lot, and down the street to the first intersection. Some were smart and took the path through the small homeless camp while others took the bad trail and continued on and around anyway, meeting up on the city roadway with the rest of the pack.
The rest of the trail, or at least the sequence, is a blur with few pictures and a foggy memory, but soon after the pack found themselves bumrushing an apartment community pool and partaking in shots of eggnog and Dr. Pepper for a pregnant Taco Tuesday. A crowd gathered to observe the rowdy bunch as they sang their 12 Down Downs and departed.
The pack made their way through the city-scape finding a bar where they sang another verse of the 12 Down Downs on stage to the confusion and entertainment of the many muggles surrounding. It was here that Titless received the gift of FIREBALL from a secret santa (Diddy).
ON OUT and ON DOWN the pack once again came across an intersection with the majority of the pack pushing forward on intuition (or insider trading), and a handful (like 2 or 3) following the trail as intended, across the street, over the public sex mattress, and towards the 16th floor of a hotel room where a giant Buzz Ball was shared and a handful of hounds got naked and let it all out on the balcony because #WhyNot?
At some point the pack departed after a long and ‘rousing rendition of GANG BANG and made their way towards the beach where they found the hares once again and drank pineapple shots.
The next stop was a small outdoor bar where we finally all could enjoy a much needed tall pint of beer and talk story for a bit. After a long while though, the hounds decided to once again, head ON OUT, making their way towards the Hard Rock Cafe, but not before Owl Fucker took a picture in the world’s smallest Cyber Truck!
At this point, Diddy had once again gotten lost on trail and had to be coached to the Hard Rock Cafe, as the kennel ordered food and drinks and started to feel a LOT better.
Things began winding down and the pack head out and made their way to the Irish Pub. Guinness was flowing freely and Diddy challenge Peter Beater to a game of darts. Diddy and Ole Hump vs Peter Beater and Owl did ensue, with it ultimately coming down to a tie and sudden death – (as one waitress berated a hasher and hash dog on the side for being in the bar)… Diddy slammed Peter’s last sip of Guinness like an animal before throwing his final dart and winning the sudden death. #DebtsOwed As a consequence, Owl and Peter had to do 20 push ups.
The pack then made their way to the karaoke bar for the final stop of the night, where songs were sang and more drinks were had!
After another short rendition of 12 Down Downs, it was time to make their way back to start.. Drunk, exhausted, and disheveled. It’s unknown if circle was conducted or accusations made, but it was certainly looked back on fondly!
ON-ON
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