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Jolly Roger H3 of the Tampa Bay Metro Area Run #409 Thursday, September 18th, 2008 |
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Two Hares laying trail across South Tampa trash!
This trail will be Shitty. It’s almost a re-hash!
With Gator and Racing,
The pack will be bracing,
For a trail that is done in a flash
With 25 hares to his credit to date
Racing is bringing in new blood, his mate!
It’s Gator’s virgin trail
He’d better not fail
Or it’s more than his penis Gator ate!
So where will this shitty South Tampa trail go?
To the North, or the South, or the West? Hell No!
I’ll be looking out East
Where the shiggy is least
And hope for a beer stop I know!
Bless these Hares
Bless this trail
Coppus no catchus
Snake-us no bite us
Virgin cherry no pop-us
Heat us no STROKE us!
Coitus non-interruptus
Hash Trash
The weather was great for Racing Stripes’ and Gatorate My Penis’ haring; a
classic case of an experienced hare (Stripes) mentoring his little
grasshopper. The start location took the pack back to the swamps of Tilly’s
bar; thank goodness we hadn’t worn out our welcome! The hares left with
their balls of flour and a 69 minute head start; while Just Harvey licked
the powdery flour off of his balls. Bullshit sported the 169 pound FRB
chain; the pack was cleared for take off after some hash aerobics. BJz4DJz
blessed us with her Beer Angel skills, and Smells Like Fish brought up the
rear of that tour of duty. We had a good half-dozen canine hashers, a few
who are due a naming; and one short-pint hasher, about 20 pounds dripping
wet but cute as the button on Wanna’s underpants.
Ripley squeezed a log on trail (doesn’t he always?) and we lost Dab in the
swamp (no walking-around this one!). I know I was close to dying a slow
death by drowning in stinky brown water when I blew through the 20-feet tall
shiggy; the water to the right of us was awfully close and selectively
called our names. Bunny Foo-foo & B&B caught the CB5 without spilling a drop
of beer, I was very impressed! The log crossing was my favorite…S&M Ken
showed off and danced his little Irish jig while traversing the wood (can I
get a reenactment while he wears his pink kilt?). Another water crossing was
made by runners just before I spotted a 469-foot long hungry alligator in
the water; I picked up my pace at that time. I crossed my fingers for the
walkers behind us as I called “Gator in the water…God Speed!”
Our socks and shoes proved that Gatorate’s virgin hare shiggy trail was a
blast; and so was the wait for the beer van at the end of trail. Some of us
thirsty wanks ducked into Tilly’s to pre-lube for circle while waiting for
Smells Like Fish to bring the van on home. Dab brought up the rear with the
canine hashers; bringing to circle a jar of peanut butter and a smile.
Trail trial was favorable; Just Casey did a pole dance to entertain us, 2
blow jobs were given, Choice of a New Penetration sucked out of the skull to
cleanse, and Just Ryan funneled the brainless (I’m sure we’ll see more of
this). Circle was followed with beer and pizza at Tilly’s and of course, a
few signature hash songs.
On-On!
Casual Friday
Jolly Roger H3
Where:
When:
Directions:
From I-275 & Dale Mabry, in Central Tampa:
From Wesley Chapel, to the north:
From St. Pete, to the south:
From Brandon, to the east:
From Clearwater, to the west:
Trail:
On After:
Hares:
Phone Number: