Someone asked me for this yesterday and I don't remember whom so there you go ;)

For those that were not able to be with us for the hash, this was something I wrote as part of a 44 picture collage for ATC for his bday. It is full of all of you hashers in various stages of embarassment.

Our Hash Family

God gives us families in many shapes and forms. He gives us family by birth, by adoption, by circumstance and by interest. Our Hash family is one of the very best things that a man could ask for. We are spread out from Pensacola to Key West. We have brothers and sisters that relocated from Albuquerque to Zimbabwe. We have been through the shiggy, the pavement, the city, the town and thru the last gulp of beer. We survived through beer pong championships, foam pits, and all night campouts with mosquitos bigger than trees. We drink. We play. We puke. We snore. We swear. We walk. We run. We complain. We bleed. We scout. We lay trail. We are family. We are your family and you are our family.

We have laughed til we cried and cried til we laughed. We have survived deaths of our parents and our children. We've rebuilt lives, hearts and houses. We have moved countless people. We have given to each other of our money, our hearts, our time, our muscles, our laughs, support for the causes, the shirts off our backs and most importantly, our beer.

We are family. Be accepted by one, you are accepted by all. Mess with one and mess with all. God picks your blood relatives – you pick your friends. In the hash you begin as a stranger and when you love it, truly love it, and `get it', you become a wonderful part of the strangest family - Strangest, but Strongest. May we never, ever lose each other.

We love you ATC.
Written by Timmy! 2009