 Hashers gather for the 18th annual January 1st New Year's Day run, and here are Premature Evacuation, and Cinderella.
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 The Victoria Hash House Harriers have had New Year's runs since run 78 in 1994, but not all New Years runs were on the 1st. Here are Deep Shit and Cinderella. |
 Hashers start to circle up. |
 Full Service came prepared for the polar bear swim. |
 Along for the ride is Inutero, a younger version of Full Service. |
 Pantsdownbooty is our demanding RA. |
 The run's rabble shot. Another larger version of this can be found in the write-up. |
 After the RA declares, 'check it out!', or more likely, 'the run starts that way', this lot doesn't look like its much into running. |
 It's Richard the Turd and his son Just Paul. Probably FRBs. |
 The fastest members of the gang wait at a check. |
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 Banged Up Between hiding in a tree crack, and Richard the Turd making like a wild beast. I supose Gangnam Style has this effect on people. |
 Bad to the Bone tells us to read between the line, except it loses some effect when he's wearing heavy gloves. |
 Cardinal Sin is offering something to warm hashers up.
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 Just Paul will probably not be named Little Turd simply because I believe he is now bigger than Turd... hmm Bigger Than Turd?  |
 Sir My Cocks A Fallen and BUB enjoying the BC. You can tell by the big grins and slightly glazed looks (or was that the red-eye correction?). |
 Boomerang coming back for more. |
 Premature Evacuation and SMCAF look like they have been back for seconds. |
 A snap of Mucksucker in photographer-action. |
 The Hash's version of Jack and the Bean Stalk: Cinderella and the Penis Tree. |
 The VH3 BC Gaggle shot. |
 Down, down, down, down, ... it's never too big. A rather clever perspective. |
 Hmm, maybe when 'they' say "size is not important", it's just to make us guys feel less threatened. |
 Hasher under a mossy green tree. |
 An expression like this while taking a shot of the Penis Tree could speak volumes. |
 Pantsdownboots with down-down charges in mind. |
 "Aaahhh". Whatever this tells us,we at least know that life's not all beer and skittles. |
 Talking about skittles; isn't motherhood great. |
 At the beach, Double Hump is here, but don't expect him to take the dip. |
 It's the pre-Polar Bear loiter. What's the body language say?: SBC's body language says it all about the 'concept' of cold water; Puss in Boot's perhaps betrays another concern; and Double Hump isn't going in. |
 Deep Shit getting psyched up for the plunge. |
 Ready to go! |
 SBC looks ready, while a red cover keeps Cardinal Sin, and Floppy Snatch warm - however Floppy doesn't look like she is going in. |
 This year's brave high energy VH3 Polar Bears. |
 In they go! |
 Out they come! |
 If we could read their minds we would get variants on "That was cold!", and "remind me why I do this". |
 The Colwood Beach Boys |
 The Colwood Order of the Moose |
 This photo could be used to sell towels. |
 BUB wants to know where the beer is. She has her priorities right! |
 A Pantsdown, "may be some day ..." The 'baby effect'. |
 Polar Bears keep warm with lots of fat and fir. Hasher, with lots of hot water. |
 The RA demands attention, and 'hash respect'. But can she get them to circle up? |
 ... nada. Well, she gets their attention. |
 Just Deb is down-down as a virgin hasher. I believe her friends Mucksucker and Cardinal Sin made her come. ... |
 ... At least friends forgive ... usually. But in this case it probably isn't necessary. |
 Double Hump: "What's floating in my beer?"
Pantsdownbooty: "Doesn't mater." |
 BUB: "Look what I found."
Preemie (thinking): "Very nice, but been their, done that ..." |
 Just Jim probably said that SBC made her come (lucky guy!). |
 Preemie is called into the circle, and he's looking forward to guzzling what he brewed. |
 The loverly Pink Muffy is forced to drink. Maybe for her awesome display of carnal interest in the Penis Tree. |
 Inutero gets charged. It's 'symholic'; the can's not open. |
 Full Service bravely stands to take her punishment. |
 One of those failed attempts of a Hash photographer attempting a self-portrait of a down-down |
 Hey! rub-a-dub, ho! rub-a-dub, four maids in a tub, And who do you think they were? ... 'Twas enough to make a man stare. |
 A full-on action shot. |
 Lingering after dark; letting us know what they think about calls that food is on. |
 Stoolie Andrews showing the RA that he is a master at dancing - and he is good at it, even in thongs. |
 Ready for bed. |
 The hungry rabble chows-down. |
 Showing off his luminescence. |
 Ahh! |
