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Wednesday 06/10/2026 #2005

Whiney Bitch (BackDoor Bomber's) 25th Hashaversery @ Carondelet Boathouse

Hash Trash:

Hash Trash! The pack dragged their sweaty, hungover carcasses to the Carondelet Boathouse to “celebrate” Whiney Bitch’s 25 years of hashing, which is honestly less of a milestone and more of a warning label. Long‑lost backsliders Duzzy Cum, Pussy Fart, and Fartfgnugen crawled out of whatever holes they’d been rotting in, only to immediately regret their life choices when they saw who laid trail. The moment we started, the marks were so stupid they felt like a personal attack. Every check was a philosophical question: “Is this flour? Is this bird shit? Is this even trail?” And the distance between marks was so long we started wondering if Whiney Bitch had a stroke halfway through and just wandered around the park aimlessly, sprinkling flour like a deranged pigeon feeder. Not that it mattered — the trail never left the damn park, because apparently after 25 years he still hasn’t learned how to set a trail that goes somewhere. Eventually we stumbled into a beer stop at a playground full of children, because nothing screams “responsible adults” like a pack of sweaty drunks pounding beers next to a slide. CODU, in a rare moment of clarity, yelled at us to stop bothering the children, which was rich coming from someone who looks like a walking Amber Alert. By the time we made it back to circle, we were dehydrated, sun‑fried, and spiritually broken, so naturally someone busted out a charcuterie board. Nothing pairs with warm beer and heatstroke like sweaty cheese and meat that’s been sitting out longer than most hashers’ marriages. Circle devolved instantly. Bible Thumpher, Vomet Comet, The Asshole Whisperer, and Just Jordan dragged their sorry asses in as DFL, proving that even in a group of degenerates, someone has to be the biggest disappointment. Our visitor, What Wouldn’t Debbie Do from Phoenix, answered that question definitively by flashing the circle and belting out “Beat Your Meat at the Ball Game,” Then came the naming: Whiney Bitch’s daughter, formerly Just Rachel, was christened Peaches and Steam — a name guaranteed to haunt her father every time someone yells it across a parking lot. Postage Tramp attempted to run circle but lost control faster than a hasher on Fireball, and the whole thing spiraled into the usual chaos. In the end, Whiney Bitch rightfully earned Hashshit for setting a trail that was too hot, too long, too stupid, too pointless, too child‑adjacent, and too on‑brand for a man who has spent 25 years proving he should never be trusted with flour.

Directions:

MEET: Carondelet Boathouse, Carondelet Park

Circle: 6:45 p.m., Hare(s) away: 7 p.m.

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WHEN: Wednesday, June 10, 2026

EXPECT: Closed roads, Urban shiggy, Steamy trails, and Big Lilly pads.

DEI: Walker, Turkey, Eagle

In the spirit of past BH4 runs we used to always have Hash Trash. This one’s 25 years late, just my speed.

It was a new running pal from work who invited me to my first hash after running a couple of road trails from the office. In June of 2001, Dirty Hairless brought me to Koch Park in Florissant near my hometown of Hazelwood.

BH4 #163 - Attendance: Bama Mate, Bourbon Street Bitch, Dabadoo, Dead Head, Dirty Hairless ( hare), Ditch Bitch, DuzzyCum, Hostitute, KFC, Leatherballs, LostMeat, Norman Bates, Whiney Bitch (V)

Hostitute, Dabadoo’s gal, was the original Hash Harlet that Lost Meat ran off with. Bama was the wild child. Norman Bates was tall dark and handsome for all the ladies. The pair of my fellow bitches were from Illinois and SAFB I think. KFC was the Joker and kinda creepy hasher, just my type. I don’t remember Dead Head, but Leatherballs was a tall fast runner Lawyer. And Duzzy Cum became my hash mentor. Oh the hot tub parties on Chopin.

The ensuing trail through the park and familiar streets was exciting. When the RA called me in circle for virgin, I was unprepared and Dirty Hareless stepped in, dropped his shorts, spun around, and I was not expecting that! Needless to say I came to Big-Hump H3 several weeks, months, years almost every Wednesday, and many Saturdays.

On the Wednesday BH4 Hash after Tuesday, 9/11/2001, We stood there stunned, overlooking the St. Louis Skyline and came together as a group to raise a pint to our friends and the city we still had to live in. Thank you Anthrax, Bama, Ditch Bitch, Duzzy, Hopeless (funny dude), KFC, Lost Meat (original own personal hashit guy), Norman, Pussy Fart, Ratgas (Suiside’s partner), Rose, and TyHac (doctor). Especially Pussy Fart for being REAL.

BH4 #182 - Attendance: Anthrax Tampax (A), Bama Mate ( hare), Ditch Bitch, Duzzy Cum, Hopeless, KFC, Lost Meat, Norman Bates, Pussy Fart, Ratgas, San Antonio Rose ( hare), Turn Your Head And Cough, Whiney Bitch

Trail was somewhere through the city between downtown and Central West End. We were just glad that SOMETHING was “Normal” again. So Big- Hump became part of me, for better or worse. 1,832 BH4 hashes and 25 years later, we have Carondelet Park to hash in again. Well stomp and thrash every square inch of that park and others in search of that elusive shitty beer and the friends that come and go ( and go and come), but never leave us.

Happy Trails to Whereever,

Winey ( WB, aka. Back Door Bomber)


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