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Hare Blessings
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Welcome to September,
Gator is our hare
He brings us wet shiggy, he is so unfair!
With body armor the pack is all dressed,
Snaring GatorAte will be our key quest.
He’ll give up the chain to bring us a trail,
Measuring 5.0 on the shiggyfied scale.
We’ll go through hell to catch his scrawny behind,
If he expects thumbs up; he’s out of his mind.
Repeat after me!
Bless this hare!
Bless this trail!
Snakes no bite us,
Poison ivy no touch us,
Saw Palmettos no cut us,
Vines no choke us!
In the name of the flour,
the fun
and the holy run!
Hare away!
Casual Friday
Hash Trash
Wednesday, Sept. 2,
2009
JRH3 #491
Hare: GatorAteMyPenis
The pack gathered on the far east side of town (easy-enough to be confused
with the Far East) not knowing there would be three trails for the JRH3 hash
#491. The planned trail (#1) was laid by GatorAte My Penis, an uncharted
trail foraged by Dabadoo was the second trail, and a cluster-f-ed trail
ranged by Portopussy and Donny The Retard was the third and longest trail.
The clouds were threatening but that did not stop a good turnout in BFE.
Chalk talk was given which included flour, chalk, toilet paper and
surveyor’s tape; and the hare was kicked out of circle. 6 virgins introduced
themselves to the pack and the rain subsided, just in time for on-out!
ON-OUT!
A mixture of sidewalk, parking lots and fantastic shiggy was involved in
Gator’s trail. True trail took us through dark swamps and the Secret Club of
the Whining Princesses emerged; no need to name any names, right Snapper and
Wanna? Tie Me Down Dick and Puppy took turns holding branches and hands of
the princesses through the swamp, which was in peak sucking-mode as I almost
lost my running shoes 6,900 times. Most of all the runners made it to the
beer stop in an apartment complex and it wasn’t long before we found out we
had hash fans on the third floor. While the upper deck audience whistled, we
lined up and gave them a mass mooning photo opportunity, and they took it.
The walkers had not shown up and it was just starting to get dark as we head
out of the complex in search for trail without the use of any flashlights or
disco-lighted mugs. The pack split up, as what normally happens when trail
markings cannot be found and the surveyor’s tape marking trail was mixed up
with official surveyor’s tape marking dead trees. I found myself running
with Taint Tickler while Tie Me Down’s virgin and I were listening to
Taint’s hashing stories from 690 BC. Apparently, blowjobs were cheaper back
then. We eventually spotted some wankers flailing about in the middle of a
shiggyfest 169 miles off course, doing their best not to get electrocuted by
high voltage wires and digging trenches beneath barbed wire with their bare
hands for safe passage. After yelling “RU?” without any response and seeing
them hop back and forth over the same fence 1,069 times, I assumed they were
more lost than we were at that time. I learned later on that they were the
pack of walkers lead by Dab, doing their best to avoid shiggy.
While all wankers packed chalk, only few of us dared to lay pack markings on
trail. This was the saving grace for Portopussy and Donny, as they ranged a
cluster-f-ed trail from hell while trying to find trail markings without a
flashlight. After running 169 miles in circles and zigzag patterns due to
endless count-backs and not bothering to count-back the flour (it wasn’t
Puppy’s fault this time), they spied a pack marking and took it in to the
finish.
CIRCLE
It seemed to be a night of sweeping, as the hare jumped in a car to sweep
for walkers (trail #2), and the beer van had to be called back to the
finish. Apparently, Purple Penis Eater (beer van driver) was waiting for the
walkers who never showed as Dab’s “shiggyless” trail did not include a beer
stop. Porto and Donny showed up just in time, as we were 69 seconds away
from sweeping for them (trail #3). Gator did not have much to say for
himself except that he warned us all about the intense sludge we would be
wiping off of our bodies with cases of baby wipes; as the knit shiggy socks
were no guard against the slimy black crap from hell! The pack was
entertained by the virgins which included a song that put us all to sleep,
and cost me 1,069 hours of my life that I will never get back. Just Matt
received his belated blowjob from the lovely Wanna Earn An A (seemingly the
Carol Merrill of BJs) while Semper Bi did her best to shoot orange balls out
of the crack of her ass with a loud bang while texting her grandma. I am
here to write that it is not a JRH3 circle until someone’s feet are pointing
up to the heavens! Rectal Roommate was tied-up for 50 runs and we proceeded
to play Marco-Polo. Lost My Balls gave it to himself with the chain wrapped
around his neck; his ranging proved to “win” him nerd status once again. As
usual, many accusations were put out there, and Tie Me Down Dick received
the brainless award for leaving his virgin with Taint Ticker, and gave
himself an impressive beer shampoo.
Once again, Swing Lo was sung and we all got a piece!
On-On!
Casual Friday
Jolly Roger
H3
of the Tampa Bay Metro Area
Runs #491
Wednesday, Septempber 2nd, 2009
Where:
Meet behind the Ethan Allen store
locates at 10015 Adamo Dr, in Tampa, Florida. Its just west of I-75.
When:
Direction:
From I-275 & I-4, in Central Tampa:
From Wesley Chapel, to the north:
From I-75 an I-275 to the south:
From Brandon, to the east:
From MacDill AFB/South Tampa, to the west:
Trail:
Remarks:
Hare:
Donation:
On After:
Phone Number: