Jolly Roger H3
Run #483
August 5th, 2009
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Hare Blessings
.

Today is DMC’s birthday trail.
Breun and Lost are here to help him fail.
He’s been hitting the gym,
Don’t worry we’ll catch him.
Just like Rectal’s girl, by the tail

REPEAT AFTER ME:

Bless these hares
Bless this trail
Rainus no soak us
Coppus no catch us
Heatus no stroke us

In the name of
The Flour
The Fun
And The Holy Run

ON OUT!


GatorAte



Hash Trash

JRH3 Hash #482 Hash Trash
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Hares: Dead Man Cumming, Lost My Balls and Just Breun

Wanks big and small, 2-legged and 4-legged gathered for the DMC Birthday Hash in the middle of swampville, otherwise known as Westchase Commons. The pack was greeted by an alien at the entrance; however, the sight of strollers must have lowered his level of interest in our meeting of half-minds. Gatorate My Penis blessed the hares, virgins were introduced, shiggy socks were pulled up, and stroller mud flaps were tightened, prior to on out.

ON-OUT: A pink tape and flour trail took us through muddy utility easements and around retention ponds; and if you ran with Gatorate, trail also took you through a ballgame between a father and his daughters. Woops! If you ran with the female FRBs, you made good time to the beer stop, as the harriettes passed good judgment on a DP and the harriers passed gas and a lot of wasted time. A couple auto-hashers hooked up with the beer van (you know who you are Fat Bastard and Phuk Pocket), and thought they had escaped all the mud and water on trail. More squishy grass and trees were thrown into the second half of trail, all to be outdone by the climbing of Mt. Shiggy in order to get to the finish. While a good handful of wankers were climbing, sliding, laughing and cursing, princess wankers walked around it. Tackling the hill was the shortest way to the beer stop, only if you could make it up the 169 degree incline just to slosh through water waiting for you on the down side.

CIRCLE UP: Wanks made it in as the sun was setting; cold beer never tasted so good, dry shoes never felt so comfortable, and home baked goods never went down the gullet so fast! The pack was entertained by 69 first-timers, and Just Dawn and Just Breun received their blowjobs. Lost My Balls had his ankle chewed on for 69 minutes as we all ate boob cupcakes, pointed and laughed. Wanks who did not march up Mt. Shiggy had to drink an accusation down-down; and I noticed those were the same wanks who sat down during circle. Tie Me Down Dick won the right to sport the 169 pound chain; I attribute that to him running with the harriettes who showed him the right way to go. We tied-up a four-some and Rectal ran the gauntlet with the brainless award again. Just Jill showed us what a Swan Dive is and explained what a Caregiver does for a living. It is for that reason; henceforth and forever more, until we decide to change it, Just Jill will now be known as “Sponge Bath Shaved Pants.” For the life of me I don't remember who came up with that, but it is quite a doozy! (SemperBi is to blame we think).

More baked goods were consumed, and the hash went in peace.

On-On!
Casual Friday.



Jolly Roger H3
of the Tampa Bay Metro Area
Runs #483
DMC's B-Day Hash
Wednesday, August 5th, 2009
 



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