Jolly Roger H3
of the Tampa Bay Metro Area
Thursday, July 31st, 2008
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Jolly Roger Wet Hash, July 31, 2008
Hare: Racing Stripes
Beer Angel: BJz 4 DJz
It was a wet Thursday evening after raining all day; which separated the rugged from the fragile, the fearless from the feeble and the hashers from people who have a life. At quick glance, it seemed we had just as many virgins and visitors as we did Jolly Roger wankers. Thursdays rock; what a fun pack! “Team Stripes & BJz” led the pack on an urban trail including water puddles big enough for rhinos to play in, as well as A Gator Bit My Penis (Just Mike). The pack was antsy to head out as the hare and the beer angel had a 90 minute head-start. Portopussy brought a busload of eye candy that he had to take care of in the bathroom of the Sonic Burger while the pack waited for him and his harem of Tiffanys to return. More Sex kept us in liquid refreshment while we were all sucking off of her enormous breastesses, nick-named “The Wine Rack”. I’m here to tell you that I got a foaming power shot of sweet nectar down my throat and I just couldn’t get my lips to give up the nipple!
While Harelip initially lead the pack in the wrong direction, More Sex complained that she was sucked dry. Wait a minute…did I do that? I don’t remember. Training for a Tranny (D.C. hasher) and Where’s My Goat lead the pack through most of the water passage to the beer check. Goat was sure to drink later on as he blew through a ladies’ check (say it ain’t so!) to snare the hare who was already waiting for the pack and the beer at the beer check. I’m throwing a hash foul flag on that caper as blowing through a tit check to win and snare a hare that had already finished laying trail to the non-existent beer van was a bit over-zealous! Harelip Dog had slid into the beer check on his belly with Dog f*cker on his back; and now you see how Just Dan got his hash name. While many walkers were taking a smoke break and admiring Just Chey’s war paint, the boys were testing the sturdiness of the children’s slide and jungle gym. Many playground rashes were had by Harelip, Dog f*cker, Portopussy, Just Mike, Just Erik and Just Bill. While the slide was lubed with beer, the landing zone was a large patch of course emery board-like material, rough-enough to sand down an elephant’s toenail and Dog f*cker’s bare back.
The pack was off again, and Harelip landed face-first into a large waterhole. I couldn’t pass that one up so I jumped onto his back with a thigh clamp, while Camel Jockey (from Bahrain), ran up from behind with his own thigh clampage. I really don’t remember how I got out of that one… I’ll have to check the photos. Soon the pack spread out and we came upon a which-y-way. I ran on the straight arrow while Just Erik took a right-turn to catch up to the naked male FRBs. By the way, his secret is out now, and it’s not that he wanted to win the hash…
The circle was fun; how could we go wrong with 200 Tiffanys entertaining us? While the virgin men were comparing wet body-parts (there is a God!), the virgin women executed interpretive dance moves in perfect formation. Harelip was jealous. Racing Stripes complained that he laid trail with a goat up his ass, and Portopussy received the brainless award for taking the tribe of young women to the bathroom for favors, when it was time for “On-Out!.” Where’s My Goat is now wearing the chain to bed per More Sex’s suggestion and Ben Gay offered to teabag Harelip’s beer mug again for no charge.
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