Flour City Hash House Harriers

A drinking club with a running problem.

We are (mostly) a social drinking and running group located in Rochester, New York. Every week, we run (or walk, depending on skill level) a trail, generally through one of the many local parks. The run is exclusively non-competitive! It's all about the fun!

Check out the calendar or events pages to see what the group will be doing! 

Runs occur every Thursday night at 5:69p (6:09p) during daylight savings time (summer), and 1:69p (2:09p) on Sundays during regular time (winter).

Anyone over 21 is welcome to join, and the run easily accommodates all abilities.

After the hash, we go to a local restaurant/pub for tasty beverages and nourishment.

Come join us! Even if the sound of running three miles makes you want to vomit, I guarantee you will enjoy the hash. There are plenty of opportunities to walk or catch your breath.

Hashes are every week - sometimes twice a week!

ON-ON!

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Bloody Pousierre

So there I was...with this feeling in my body, ready to be a CoMo freak...Justin Timberlake agreed to sub in to sing our hash trash this week: 

 Had that sunshine in my pocket and some cold beer in this heat...I've got all these wanks around me and some sheep. Ohhh...Follow the blue marks til you find a shot, passing through a cemeteryyyyy. The muggles watch and want to join us so we just creep.

 Ohhh Under the deck, and hid in the swamp, we found the cooler in a well hidden spot. We had a third beer stop that hare didn't know, so we drank it down down, drank it down-down...Drank it down-down....ahhh!

Nothing else that we can see when we're hash-hash-hash-ing. That drunk feeling creeping up when we're shot-shot-stop-ping. Doing things only wankers do when we're hash-hash-hash-ing. Ain't no hashers ditching cause they be stranded. Can't stop the hashing! We got this feeling in our half-minds...

OH! It's so fucking hot! Sweat on our faces, with every False, every ON-ON...We don't need PO's, we need ice cream, (need ice-cream) everywhere we go we own it, it's our hash zone. 

The sunshine is fading from our pockets but beer is near at BN three. Humping trees to cross the water, cum on let's thrust...ohh 

Don't fall in or lose your balance...shit another scratched knee...they'll be plunger downing at circle so just chug. 

We had a Virgin and her name was Jill...she said this trail really gave her a thrill. We named JustMike with the beer that we donned... Just Imagin-O...it's Flaccid Lassooooo!!

Nothing else that we could see when we're hash-hash-hash-ing. That drunk feeling creeping up when we're shot-shot-stop-ping. Doing things only wankers do when we're hash-hash-hash-ing. Crossed the Erie Canal today at Fairport. Can't stop the hashing! We got this feeling in our half-minds...  

-Bloody Poussière & JT

Earlier Event: May 11
Home Blown
Later Event: May 25
Once You Go Black....Opps!