117th Running of C2H3 Hash
(4th Annual "Smells Like Fish" Memorial Red Dress Run)
& 33rd C.C. Full Moon H3 Hash

high tailing it down for the combined C2H3 and C2 Full Moon H3 run. Running together meant that something special was going to happen...and as luck would have it, it was. A RED DRESS RUN in honor of SMELLS LIKE FISH, our dearly departed brother, with all proceeds going to the Red Cross. As I'm pulling up to the on-start (the same finish location as the FIND ASSTRICKs the CAT trail, but more on that later), who should be standing out front butt no other than the GM himself BLUE BALLS, with ZAMBONI (on her 40th hash or so I was told) looking out for three virgins (all fellow Reguladores) who were following in my tracks along with three SA wankers (sadly none were our displaced C2 crew). I know my butt is cute but you didn't have to follow that close!

We quickly join up with the rest of the pack at the back of the parking lot. Almost everyone was decked out in finery that would have made Joan Rivers shriek at the Oscars. I especially liked my tight little Hawaiian number. TWAT DID YOU SAY!?! turned chalk talk over to PUERTO RICAN JEW and with something that vaguely resembled a blessing he along with co-hare CHANNEL 3 BOOBS were off. PRJ reminded all of us of the C2 traditional markings followed by songs to warm us up for the run (no one wanted COP BLOCKER doing CPR on them....except maybe LABIA OF THE RINGS). As the clock stuck 10 minutes sharp, ZAMBONI (being the only non-red dress wearer) took off with the rest of the pack (including another hash dog) in tow. Trail was well marked through the first intersection and headed in the direction of the main drag. We figured that since we were c! lose to the main drag, trail would take us in and out of many public places...WRONG! What were we thinking? Straight in to a BT. Damn. We searched and search for true trail and finally after 20 minutes pick up trail two blocks away behind Wally World....yeah, it was the beer truck that gave it away driven by none-other than BUTT MUNCH in a fabulous tight silk number. Somebody needs to shoot those hares if the trail is going to be marked this bad, or better yet cut them off from the beer!. At the beer stop, we are given 10 bucks and told that two of us must go into Wally World and purchase condoms and our favorite lube. Since everyone else looked a little scared, JUST JENNIFER (PLUGs virgin), in a hot little Asian number, and I head into the land of the smiling face. As we turn the corner, JUST JENNIFER can't butt stop to suck all the seaman out of the "International Seaman Center" van....even GAYLORD would have been proud! As we are heading through the store and getting lots of crazed looks and grins from everyone, I am receiving the long version of "everything you need to know about condoms". JJ selects her favorite kind (Ultra's for his pleasure..."you can fell everything in me"....) and I grab my favorite lube... some marine lower unit lube! Hahahaha No Shit. Nothing beats it! Then we are back out on on trail...which is well marked finally. BLOWS, ANYTHING, EAR FUCKED...you remember this trail, through the hole in the fence behind Wally World, down Williams street..yeah we are running a previous C2H3 trail backwards! I mark the spot where ASSTRICK was found and adopted by ANYTHING (HARELIP DOG would have been proud of the way I marked it), hit a boob check then a package check and waalaa...another beer stop...errr...didn't we just pass a beer near...about 10 blocks back and no beer yet! A boob check five blocks back that saw ANYTHING FOR A BUCK falling out of her dress...yeah right...they ! spent more time out than in! Finally beer! After a few cold ones and songs to entertain the locals who came out on their porches to enjoy the fun, we were off again, hitting Staples, to the amusement of many motorist with horns to blow. ROTTEN CHERRY, in a nice full length denim dress, did her best imitation of something that could be found on Leopard Street, earning some more money for the Red Cross. Or was it an imitation...hhhmmm??? After a few more blocks we finally come into the On-In behind some un-named buildings and commence religion.

When:	SATURDAY, March 6th @ 4 P.M.
Hares:	Ch.3 Boobs & Twat'd U Say?
Where:	4639 Corona the back of the Plaza Business Park parking lot in front of the apartment association office.
Info:	Wear your RED DRESS and cum ready to drink a lot of beer and have a lot of fun. All money collected will be donated to the Red Cross in Smells Like Fish's mortal name. Don't know who he is? Well cum to the hash and find out!