2025-07-10 16:53:01

The expectations were high for Aarhus hash number 2131, with participants flocking to Herningvej from places as distant as Hovedgård (Wet Tits), Malling (Balls Breaker and Viking Puker) and yes, even from heaven (Hash Trash). Hash Trash's story should be a lesson to all of us: After having been killed in combat by Allied soldiers during the weekend, he decided to come back to Earth for the Aarhus hash, manifestly confirming what hashers have been suspecting for centuries: In heaven there is no beer, that's why we drink it here. As is customary, everybody's high expectations were duly disappointed. There was absolutely nothing special about Aarhus hash 1934. Except perhaps for vegetarian burgers eaten by Spicy chickens. Other than that we enjoyed a well-marked trail through the sandy desert of Aarhus Central, dropping in for light refreshments at a neighborhood brown bar where some rich people (Late Comer?) spoiled us with little bottles of herbal infusion. The hare (Yogi) lured us back into his hole using some similar infusion, albeit in small cans. He then locked everyone in using a sturdy metal gate that would open only to people in the know about the magic spell. We spent the time of our imprisonment drinking Top, and pitying the poor souls in heaven who can't. Then there were vegetarian burgers and Spicy chickens. Or maybe the Spicy chicken was actually earlier. In the end everyone escaped, and Yogi will try to perfect his magical skills with a crowd of innocent tourists in the Azores. On on, Short Call