Special note:
To WH4 MisManagement, the ? Hasher Cast (and all others who participated in the ST/HH 1000 festivities)
We just want to express our appreciation for the wonderful ceremonies that you conducted yesterday in honor of our ‘big’ anniversary. With the exception of the gratuitous nudity provided by HH, everything was done in good taste. There was definitely a lot of preparation and hard work involved in the production.
Obviously the shirts were much appreciated, and were a very pleasant surprise. Thank you Mother’s Lay, and anyone else who assisted in that effort. The cooking was superb, as usual. If WoWo ever opens his own restaurant (or hot dog cart), I want to be there for the grand opening. I’m sure he had plenty of help, especially in transporting all that stuff, which is just another instance of Hashers stepping up when a job has to be done. As I said (I think) in my gushy little speech at the end, the WH4 is in good hands.
I missed the beer check, so I don’t know who the beer bitch was, but she did a fine job. I would like to know, however, who suggested Coca-Cola for my first down-down. I’m sure it was done with my welfare in mind, but when your mind is thinking beer, and your tongue encounters Coke, it’s quite a shock to the nervous system. Reminds me of the time in Bristol, England, when, after drinking two or three pints of very nice ale, they gave us Shandies for our visitor Down-Downs. I almost spit it out. They were "afraid Yanks couldn’t handle real beer".
We’re assuming that TWIG and Road Whore played a big part in putting together the signs, and the handout with the pictures, and I’m sure other folks contributed additional information. And the little stories related by a few people were great (and a couple of them were actually true).
Thanks again, and rest assured that if anyone asks us again about our most memorable Hashes, September 22, 2002, will be at the head of the list.
Spinal and Humper

On a rainy, misty afternoon, the true hashers die-hards showed for trail #850 in Forest Glen, Merry-land at the Walter Reed Army Hospital Annex.   It was entertaining to the Army Military Police that hashers mas-car-raiding as adults are more proud of their hash names than their nerd names.  Just Kasie and Jack Off Lantern ran a mis-shuttle for the metro-hashers while the rest of the pack gathered at picnic pavilion #1.  Tapping into the first of seven kegs for the afternoon, the chit-chat and spirits were high.  Mother’s Lay created some great commemorative, limited edition T-Shirts for the event which were handed out to all whose SSN ended in zero.  When WOWO finally corralled the pack for the circle, virgins were saluted and visitors welcomed.  A somber moment was then spent recalling the contributions of Froth Blower a WH4 stalwart from the late 80’s and early 90’s who passed away in Australia after a battle with pancreatic cancer.  Using the alpha/omega effect, WOWO and TWIG then introduced the honored guests for trail 850 – Spinal Tap and Hasher Humper.  Between the two of them, they had run/ walked/ and stumbled through more than 1000 WH4 trails since 1988.  Sensitive to ST’s current energy kick quest (after all he recently got a Viagra Pump implanted that looks just like a pacemaker) Just Kasie served up a special down-down brew of the drink “Energy Boost with a generous shot of Bailey’s.  Raise My Titanic then interrupted the circle tribute mimicking the haber-hawking cries of H2 when she was haberdasher and aspiring bag lady!  RMT presented H2 with a custom hash shirt and a signing necklace for fellow hashers to autograph while doing trail. Back Snatch then appeared and crowned H2 the Queen of Mis-Fashion.  Road Whore called for a point of order when WOWO announced that ST and H2 would be representing WH4 at InterHash 2002-GOA .  RW pointed out that ST cannot claim senior mis-management status cuz he has not served at least once, in all of the mis-management positions.  ST has never been Hash Flash!  RW being a nice guy (Harriers are nice?) presented ST with a camera and responsibilities as Hash Flash for trail 850!   ST, H2 and all of the other senior hashers -- by run count not necessarily by chronological count (i.e., S’Not, Bobby Long Hairs, RAS, No Genitals, Big Bird Turd, Slip Knot, Mellow Foreskin Cheese, Great Balls of Fire, For Sale or Rent, Bundling Board, Leave It In Beaver, Goofy) led a quick rendition of Father Abe.  The trail started with a beaten path to an abandoned road.  Along the way there were factoid signs announcing various accomplishments of ST and H2 hash career…or is it a lifestyle.  Maybe hashing is both an art and a science…whatever…  The trail soon pulled the walkers into a different di-erection than the runners.  Both routes were filled with shiggy and checks -- yes…a walker’s trail marked like a runner’s trail… -- yes walkers can read hash sign when the alternative is mis-orientation.  The pack came together for a delightful oyster shooter check and review of ST’s favorite outdoor rest area – the sand under the bridge.  From ST’s ‘Slept Here’ location, the pack moved as one across water, shiggy to the stone trail where once again the pack split up.  The runner’s would negotiate hills, not one, not two, but three tunnels and the completion of a battle in tunnel #3 started by TWIG, Free Refills and Poke A Countess with nocturnal, ceiling walking, falling into hair, sticky bugs; and lots of water, shiggy (but no PI!) before arriving at the beer check.  Walkers skipped the tunnels, but they still navigated trail thru shiggy, uphills, and while they skipped the creeks, dew and rain ensured they too got wet feet enroute to the beer check.  The beer check and the 300-500 steps (depending upon how well you can read trail) leading up to the check had trail set on the historic grounds of a former casino, former girls finishing school, former R&R hospital for WWI and II soldiers, former party hall, and current home to cultural spirits from the past.  The first president of the girls finishing school was a pre-mature mini-golf course designer.  He built his architectural tributes to various sorority interests.  More than 20 hashers are guilty of no-trail/autohashing…going from pavilion to beer check and back to the pavilion.  Cuz of the rain they were all spared being recorded for violations…but the scribes have mis-memories so beware…we may still remember who you all are.  Once the pack got back to the picnic pavilion, the circle-antics started off harmlessly enough.  Target Practice and Och My Cock Shoots Blanks brought a pair of hedonistic virgins:  Just Cindy “I Like Helmet Heads” and Just Ed “This Shark Has Teeth” to their first hash.  Other folks who came for the first time were Just Chris “I’ll Find My Way” Mis-Di-erections’ virgin; Vibrator brought Just Sarah “Electronic  Help”; Southern Discomfort brought Just Jake “I’ll Have Three”; Yankers brought the youngest virgin, Just Bubba “Yes That It My Mom!”; and the virgin who can cum all by himself, Just Jim “I Like Oral”.  Returning Visitors from Harrisburg H3 (also friends of Summer’s Eve and AHHB) included our favorite songster Tour De Puke along with Death Wish and Quarter Stick.  Interrupting the tribute to the rest of the visitors was Mother Nature with (how dare she) hard rain.  So the circle moved to the cover of a pavilion where WOWO called on PIO to drink a special down-down.  PIO was supposed to get the special –no-rain dance from $50Bitch before she left town to do a Triathlon in Mad-I-Son, WI.  But PIO spent too much time scouting out the really shitty trail the pack had just run…so he drank.  Then he drank again for $50, Vominatrix, and Shellacking the Bishop…cuz all three of these WH4 stalwarts felt compelled to do an Ironman Triathlon instead of shitty trail on Sep 15th.  PIO liked the attention of the circle so much he excused WOWO to oversee the chicken-burning techniques of the Hash Cooking Cast, while he called on the honorees out to sit on ice for a hash roast.  ST began hashing with WH4 in 1988, H2 in 1991.  Now that ST has actually served at one time or another in ever mis-management position, For Sale Or Rent proclaimed him illegally the WH4 Amb-ass-a-door at large.  Rear Area Security then blessed H2 as WH4 Ambassadorus Titty-Us!  Then the longevity hashers started to share their stories of the hashing icons – ST and H2.  Big Bird Turd regaled the story of how ST convinced an entire busload of hashers to bus-hash nekked at Inter America 1995.  38 Flavors very nicely and quite graphically demonstrated how H2 emerged from trail through a swamp with fish in her hair. (BTW:  Remember when you talk to 38, look at her chest…).  Course everyone was curious about how ST got his name and No Genitals stepped forward to satisfy the hash curious.  Early on in his hash life he was hooked up with a non-hasher (translation…someone who doesn’t like to have fun) who withheld all funds he wanted to earmark for hashing.  Ever resourceful, ST sold spinal fluid to NIH and used the payment he collected to fund his hash appearance to San Diego IAH 1989.  Too ripe an opportunity to pass on a renaming…hence Spinal Tap.  Renaming??? Did you know his previous name was Head Case…too many imagine-ings on how he got that name!  Interrupting the laughter at ST’s naming tale were Tiddly Winks and Can’t Beat Shit.  These two lovely harriettes attacked, in round, Wind Beneath My Weenie, Rodeo Fuck, Fuck Em Dano, and Summer’s Eve demonstrating the technique Hasher Humper used to greet handsome harriers at the hash and for which she was named.  TWIG then interrupted with a point of mis-order, stating that as keeper of the WH4 history H2 has been hashing with the name Hasher Humper illegitimately.  She was named on a trail with no beer, no flour, etc. and demanded a proper baptism!  H2 was sent to her knees, on the naming mat, and properly baptized HASHER HUMPER!!! S’not, Mellow Foreskin Cheese and Free Refills each re-galled and re-counted stories about this hashing couple.  By now with butts really redder than a vine ripe tomato (remember they were on ice) ST and H2 just had to move.  So they did and in the process they sang a song to each other…and in a very touching personal moment they gave the pack a beautiful glimpse of the special love that binds them together.  Summer’s Eve then led the pack in a special musical salute to these two Icons of the hash world.  Swing Low was sung on halftime cuz the feast by WOWO and Cooking Cast was READY to eat!.  Hashers then enjoyed the camaraderie unique to hashing while reading the recorded highlights of ST’s and H2’s hash life!

Violations:

Iron-Hash
The amazing iron hashers, Iron-Bitch, Iron-Vom, and
Iron-Bishop feeling a bit guilty about missing the "M" hash for Spinal Tap and Hasher Humper decided to put forth an amazing effort in Madison, WI while the rest of the pack enjoyed the tunnels, water, shiggy, oysters, BBQ and BEER!!! Short Bus, Duck Job and Well Drilled were also present as the support crew...they keep the beer from getting warm by consuming without doing any trail cuz the ironman competitors aren't allowed to have any support crew---so their job was real easy!  Here are a few interesting facts about the iron hash performances:
The Iron-Bitch is an awesome swimmer!  She came out of the water mixed right in with the professionals! Iron-Vom was scarcely a minute behind.  The Iron-Bishop had his work cut out for him.  After 90 minutes on the course, he had to make up over 20 minutes to catch up with the iron harriettes (though real hashers know he just really likes to chase tail!) Iron-Vom is a better cyclist than she thought she was! She had the fastest bike time of the iron hashers, coming in under 6:30.  Iron-Bishop and Iron-Bitch both rode well, coming in well under 7 hours. Iron-Bishop showed the iron-harriettes his true colors during the run!  He started out tailing them, but then realized that "beat by a girl" can happen to more than just virgins, so he cranked it up a notch. The Iron-Bishop still hadn't caught Iron-Vom at mile 18, but at mile 25+, he was the first iron hasher to appear with a big smile on his face! And passed them both on his way to a personal best--(around 12:07 or 12:08).  Iron-Vom completed her first ironman finishing 8 or 9 minutes behind the Iron-Bishop. Iron-Bitch also recorded a personal best, coming in a little over 12 1/2 hours.  Each of the hashers is recovering differently.  The Iron-Bishop immediately asked for a BEER.  Iron-Bitch had two sips of beer and enjoyed burping for several hours.  Iron-Vom had to be different (takes one in every crowd).  Following Iron-Bishop's lead of chasing tail, Iron-Vom decided to one-up him and instead of chasing, she got carried by male tail on a lovely lounger!  In fact she found men in hospital whites to be sooooo sexy, she arranged to recline in their presence for a few hours while they served her every need...Puts It Out drank a down for each of them...but the Scribes vote to violate all of them again.  Violate the Irons-Vom-Bishop-Bitch for doing a BEER-Free Iron trail.  Violate the 'support' crew Short Bus, Duck Job and Well Drilled for consuming BEER without doing trail!  Well Done!!

And now other Violations…

Cheating
Tiddley Winks for pre-scouting the trail so she could find the perfect place to stage an “accident” and fall into Summer’s Eve’s waiting arms. Spinal Tap, because we all showed up to honor this wanker and what does he do? He shortcut’s his own trail!

Racing or Lack There Of
Brew Crew was violated for not getting back to the On-in before the pack. They in turn violated the FRB’s for R*cing.

Party Tricks
38 Flavors, for being able to balance a beer on her chest. Not a violation per se, but such talent deserves a beer.

Cant Handle Their Sex
Ivy Licker showed up with a broken arm, apparently because she can handle the rough stuff. Just Nettie for saying she doesn’t like getting wet

Thanks a Lot!
S’not for recommending the location for today’s trail to the hairs. But it’s S’not his fault!

Long Time No See
Bobby Longhair, Nippoles Cage, DryCock, Microprick, Fire in the Cornhole, Pulls it Out, Dumb Blonde, Transparent D’s, and too many others to list

Anniversaries
French Toasted and M.I.C-och Shoots Blanks with 50, Bad Ditch and Fuck’em Dano with 75. Hasher Humper with an astounding 425!!!!

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In Memory and Remembrance:

Froth Blower 1950-2002
www.users.bigpond.com/tonyayaerbe
We honor the memory of Froth Blower (aka Tony Ayerbe).  During the late 1980s and early 1990s during his posting to the Australian Embassy he hashed with great enthusiasm with many of the DC-area hashes.  White House Hash House Harriers was his United States “Mother Hash”.  Froth Blower always supported and promoted the spirit of WH4 throughout his global travels.  The most precious things in his life came to him via WH4 – he met his wife Giselle on a WH4 trail in 1990, and loved the family that resulted from this union.  On Thursday, September 12, 2002, at 2100 in the Cabrini Hospital, located in Hampton (near Melbourne), VIC 3188, Australia, Froth Blower passed away after a long/determined battle with pancreatic cancer.  His beloved wife, Giselle Fox-Little, and his family surrounded him.  On Tuesday, September 17th, Froth Blower will be laid to rest with his hash shoes and a WH4 t-shirt.  Our profound sadness and love go out to Griz, his two daughters, and his family in this great loss of a very special, one hundred percent, over the top, and loving man. He shall be deeply missed by many, many friends and acquaintances. Giselle's address is: Giselle Fox-Little, 7 Field Street, Hampton, VIC 3188, Australia