Jolly Roger H3
of the Tampa Bay Metro Area
Run #406
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Special Wednesday
 "Jelly/Joint" JRH3/TBH3 Hash
Wednesday, September 3rd, 2008  Hash

 



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Hare Blessing

Its time for the three of us to come to the hash
Tampa and Jolly Roger riding Lexington's Horse's Ass
We welcome our visitors
I'm sure they're inquisitors
And wondering where they will crash

They once did a hash in Kentucket
When they got there, they just said 'f*ck it'!
So they got on the road
And drove a 'shit load'
In Tampa, they started a riot!

Leading this trail is Bangs Her Mash
Who's haring his second Jolly Roger Hash
Good thing there's joint credits
This rhyme might need edits

Hash Trash

There were so many things to celebrate Wednesday night at the JRH3/TBH3 joint hash; I just don’t know where to start! Plenty of hashing visitors and virgins joined us from Kentucky to sky rocket the attendance to 69 wankers plus 6. The Tampa Bay H3 GM, Shetland Bony and the Jolly Roger H3 RA, Harelip Dogg tag-teamed to keep the pack focused. They were easy to pick out of the crowd since they were wearing the same exact hash clothes; they had called each other to coordinate this fashion faux pas. We celebrated Shot by a Whore’s first full year of recuperation from being shot in the back; so we nailed him from all directions with our water guns. Gatorate My Penis was a good wanking sport and donned the 169 pound FRB chain to wear while running the trail; and we all assumed Harelip would get it back by the end of the night. Bangs and Gutless were off, chalk talk was well executed, and the pack drained beer cups and took off with flashlights into the dark.

Trail started out on the road, and diverted quickly into shiggy (level 3). Portopussy streaked by me and I asked him if he planned to win the hash to make up for arriving late. He slowed down and sand-bagged trail, knowing the chain weighed more than he did. Runners approached a cement barrier and being the GI Jane I think I am, I climbed over it quickly (in my own mind). There was a suggestion from behind (you know who you are OxyRambo) offering help over the barrier…dang it if I went over the barrier too fast! There were plenty of ladies’ checks along trail; and harriers please take note; there are only so many times I’ll fall for the need for reenactment! The trail took a harsh shiggy turn on powder in the dark, and wankers twisted ankles and made up new cuss words on the railroad tracks. The un-sprung metal bear traps and loosely spread razor wire on the tracks worked at slowing us down and gave us awesome opportunities for blood on trail. Just Karen got 10 points as she kept up with the front runners and avoided all metal shrapnel and shiggy on the tracks without a flashlight. The rest of us runners with flashlights fell over large metal shards and spike ball-laden shiggy. I noticed Gatorate had slowed down just a tad on the tracks which gave Just Joe a terrific opportunity to deliver an ear-deafening crack to Gatorate’s butt cheek. While I was impressed and glad it wasn’t me; I suggested Just Joe pick up his speed because what goes around comes around.

We had a hash halt for beer, which turned into a “run for the hills” beer check as Tampa’s finest were called-in. The runners ran to the trees while Shetland closed down shop and got the hell out of Dodge with the keg; he knew better than to hand over Dab and GRC's van to the city! Unfortunately that left the Turkeys without their favorite beverage; but on a lighter note, it made it that much sweeter for them to get to Finish! We busted through trees to hit railroad tracks again, and Just Joe’s hand had continued to sting and swell. Rumor has it that One Night Stand pulled a groin muscle while he snared the hares (just how was he snaring them?) and Begs came in as FRB. Holy nut sack, the FRB tables had turned! As we pulled close to Finish, a few of us were stopped along side of the road by a pair of pretty red and blue flashing lights. I found it a bit humorous that I was explaining we were just a running club while wearing my “boob check” shirt. That was when one of the officers mentioned he hashed when he was in the Marine Corps. We were given an escort into Finish, and Circle was relocated to the parking lot at the on-after.

Dufuss donned a very silly hat to advertise a run in Gainesville this weekend, while Gatorate My Penis was tied off for his 10th hash. Many virgins entertained the pack, and one harrier in particular rivaled Harelip’s zest for exposure. Yippee for us harriettes! Two blow jobs were given and Lunesta was held upright for a proper send-off. While sexual favors were bartered for a few cool KY t-shirts and the birthday boy in the kitchen got a birthday surprise; Shot by a Whore showed off his new t-shirt…and it is quite fitting!

“ Smoking doesn’t kill people, crack heads with guns kill people.

–Shot by a Whore”

It just doesn’t get any better than that!

On-On!

Casual Friday



 

"Joint" Jolly Roger H3/Tampa Bay H3
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