In 1938, A.S. Gispert, an accountant working at a Malaysian rubber plantation
                                 organized a group of his friends for runs to work off the rigors of the weekend
                                 They met at the Sanegal Hash House (hash house being a British term for a diner)
                                 and there played the poor man’s version of the fox hunt called “paper chase.” This
                                 involved giving one runner a few minutes' head start, then following the trail of
                                 discarded paper left by the fleeing man. “G” (Gispert) added a twist: at various
                                 points in the trail, an intersection was set. Trail could head off in any direction
                                 but only one direction was ‘true’. Faster runners were slowed as they solved
                                 the trail, allowing slower runners or walkers to catch up. The Hash House Harriers
                                 were born.


Is It for Me, you ask?
The trail can be one of the most exciting parts of a hash run. Rather than running laps
around a local track, be prepared to run through fields, woods or jungle, ford streams
and jump fences. Your time on trail might be 45 minutes to an hour and a half. Relax,
this doesn’t mean flat out sprinting (you might often be waiting at an ‘intersection’ for
others to find the way) and there is always a refreshing ‘beer near’ (sometimes more
than one) about half-way through the trail. Each week the hashes start and end in
different places. No boring exercise here!


Sex
YES! Oops … um … right. Hashing is for both males and females, but because we sometimes have parts of the
runs or the end of runs in bars, hashing is restricted to adults (21 and over). The hash is a fun group, but far
from politically correct. We have filthy drinking songs, mostly stolen from English rugby teams, which would
make many respectable people blush. A good sense of humor is the hash’s only real requirement.

                                The Down-Down
                                  After finishing the trail, the Circle commences. The Circle is both the celebration
                                 at the end of the trail, and the place to award or "punish" hashers guilty of some
                                 misdeeds. That special someone is called into the center of the circle and sung a
                                 Down-Down song, after which he and or she is permitted a hearty drink of choice
                                 There are ways to avoid drinking (we don't know why you would) but you
                                 must take your chances and attend an event to find out such secrets!






         (We forthrightly admit we shamelessly stole the tedious descriptions above from Kansas City's
        page. But they admit they stole it from another hash site too, and we wrote other cool stuff
        and added pictures to make it special, and we don't really feel too bad about it! So there!)
What the %&$# is Hashing??
Blah blah blah! Hashing is drinking, running
and perpetual youth all rolled into one!
Nevermind the particulars - Just show up, get a
little exercise, meet incredible people and let loose!
Hey! You! Virgin! Backslider! Quit stalling and
pretending you're reading this crap! Click the Calendar
page, show up, and experience the Hash for yourself!
"Drink It Down Down Down Down..."
Tornado Alley Hash House Harriers
316-292-HASH
Oh, the weather outside is frightful,
but a dick is so delightful! If you
really want to see it grow, give it a
blow, give it a blow, give it a blow!
I'm looking for a girl,
I think you know the kind.
The kind who makes you
cum 6 times
by the end of your sleigh-ride.
We'll make each other hot,
and hold each other tight,
and if my Christmas wish
comes true
we'll do it every night!
OH! Jingle Bells,
Jingle Bells,
Jingle all the way!
Oh what fun it is to cum
in a one horse open sleigh!
OH! Jingle Bells!
Jingle Bells!
Jingle all the way,
Oh what fun it is to cum
6 times in one day!
An inspiring chant!
HEAD?
WHO said head?
I'LL take some of that!
And I did!
And it was GOOD!
And there was MUCH
rejoicing!
And then we fucked!
For hours and hours,
uprooting trees, shrubs,
and little bitty flowers!
Like vikings,
with horns on our heads!
HEAD?
WHO said head?
I'LL take some of that!

Dinah won't you blow me,
Dinah won't you blow my
horn.
Dinah won't you blow me,
Dinah won't you blow me,
Dinah won't you blow my
horn.
Someone's in my sister's
vagina,
someone's in my sister I
know!
Someone's in my sister's
vagina,
pumping like a dynamo!
There was
a little
bird, no
bigger
than a
turd, sitting
on a
telephone
pole. He
ruffled up
his neck
and he shit
about a
peck as he
puckered
up his little
asshole!
Join Us!
ON-ON

Why are we waiting?
We could be
masturbating, oh
why are we waiting
so fucking long?
Why are we waiting?
We could be
fornicating, oh
why are we waiting
so fucking long?
"Why are we waiting?"   
And other fantastic & flabbergasting Down-Down songs!
Sally in the alley
sifting cinders
lifted up her skirts
and farted like a
man. The wind from
her ass blew out 6
timbers the cheeks
of her ass went
BAM BAM BAM!
Whip it out at the
ballgame, wave it
'round at the
crowd. Dip it in
peanuts and
cracker jacks. I
don't care if you
give it a whack
'cause its beat
your meat at the
ballgame, if you
don't come it's a
shame. For its
1....2....  you're
covered in goo at
the old ballgame!