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Jolly Roger H3 of the Tampa Bay Metro Area Run #404 Get The HOBO Hash Started Right Hash Thursday, August 28th, 2008 |
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S&M Ken is leading this
pen and running it into the ground
His haring is scary, but no, we’re not angry,
we’ll follow him all over town
A hasher is he, and his trail we will see, is as
shitty as can be
A pre-laid affair? Or is he a live Hare?
Either way, the pack is greedy!
There’ll be a de-pants-ing orgy! We’ll catch
him, you’ll see!
And the “Ken Doll” will be ‘clothes free’.
A good start to the Hobo Hash
We’ll ‘fuck off’ the lot for a Road Whoring
Bash
Savannah, Peach Fuzz and Jax
The trails won’t be lax
I can’t wait to read the Trash
Bless this hare!
Bless this trail!
Coppus no catch us
Doggus no bite us
Driver no hit us
Ken-doll no fuck us!
Heatus no stroke us (STROKE!)
Coitus non-interruptus!
Hash Trash
It
was a trail with much promise of photo opportunities! A fish symbol was
included in the usual chalk talk, to let the pack know there was an
opportunity to attempt walking on water. I think we must have had 69 of
those opportunities prior to the beer stop. We also had four virgin men,
always a good sign for us harriettes!
The pack passed some beautiful “reflecting ponds” noting no gator tail
wakes! The trail crossed many green, slimy drainage ditches which separated
the GI Joes from the pansies; this is where the fish symbols were located.
Caught From Behind finished his beer so he could splash his white shirt with
a bit of nasty slime to make it look like he walked across the water. Gritty
Kitty’s ankles were wet, but I’m pretty sure that wasn’t from going through
the slime. Just Bill and Gatorate My Penis were spotted swimming laps in the
sludge; while some nasty stuff circled my calves of steel and pulled my
stick body into the green abyss; I could hear the vibrating flowers ringing
someone’s cell phone as I went under.
Trail took us through an apartment complex where I was lured by Racing
Stripes to short cut. I rarely short cut as I could easily find myself
running to Sarasota by midnight thinking I won the hash. Thank goodness
Racing Stripes proved his shortcutting skills to be sharp as he saved us
both 10 feet of trail.
Circle proved to be very entertaining. Prior to circling up, Just Karen
complained to the RA that she didn’t get a chance to clear any ladies’
checks, so he and a few other lucky harriers got a private showing. The four
virgin men entertained the pack with body parts (there is a God!) and Gritty
Kitty showed-off her boob sweat. I am not certain if she got that the same
time her ankles got wet; I’ll have to ask her about it some time. Once
again, I found myself sitting in circle per the RA’s instruction (what the
hell?) due to my shitty trail comment; it almost felt like time-out in
kindergarten class. I’ll Take ‘Em Both dressed up real pretty for beer angel
duty (gotta love those pencil skirts!) and Begs tackled the RA; it was like
watching an elephant sit on a Praying Mantis. Shot By a Whore was one of the
late-cummers and Candy Wrapper received her 10th Jolly Roger H3 hash
headband. A few blow jobs were given and Gatorate My Penis received the FRB
chain; seems he and Harelip have a continual secret tea party going on with
that chain thing. The RA made Just Ryan drink out of his hat and wear the
beer in his eyes. It was suggested that Just Ryan bring beer goggles with a
whistle at his next hash. Control was lost after Harelip drank a full
brainless skull of swill three times. The funnel was taken away from him and
he had to sit in the circle for time-out. One v irgin dude puked behind the
bushes so he could make room for the brainless award funnel down-down…you
KNOW he’ll get a name out of that one in the future! Apparently the circle
was so entertaining, two bar patrons left the patio of the on-after bar (say
it isn’t so!) and joined our circle in the parking lot.
This hash’s classic phrase: “Wrong Virgin!”
After drinking three brainless awards, the RA attempted to bring Lightening
Rod’s virgin son to the circle so he could say his mom made him cum; but
Harelip brought in some other virgin dude. The Pack responded with two words
and a suggestion for a “re-do” of the awarding of the brainless skull.
On-On Wankers!
Casual Friday
Hobo Hasher Blessing!!!
Hobo Hashers road whoring in a car
H-A-S-H-E-R-Arrrrgggg
First comes trail
Then comes Beverage
Then comes a hangover and a drive to the next
village
Jolly Roger H3
of the Tampa Bay Metro Area
Run #404
Get The HOBO Hash Started
Right Hash
Thursday, August 28th, 2008
Where: Meet in the large parking area southwest of Brophy's Dougout Sports Bar & Pub, located at 11270 4th St N, in St Petersburg, Florida. Click here for a map.
When:
Directions:
From Clearwater, to the north:
From downtown St Pete, to the south:
From I-275 & I-4 in Central Tampa, to the east:
From the beach, to the west:
Trail:
Remarks:
Hare:
Cost:
On After:
Phone Number: