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Hare Blessings
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Lost and DMC are two loonies
Making a hash based on the Goonies?
There’ll be some booty traps
And maybe treasure maps
To get us back in from the boonies
REPEAT AFTER ME:
I will never betray my goon dock
friends,
We will stick together until the
whole world ends,
Through heaven and hell, and nuclear
war,
Good pals like us, will stick like
tar,
In the city, or the country, or the
forest, or the boonies,
I am proudly declared a fellow
goonie
Bless these hares
Bless this trail
Coppus no catch us
Dogus no bite us
In the name of
The Flour
The Fun
And The Holy Run
Goonies NEVER SAY Die!
ON OFF!
GatorAteMyPenis
Hash Trash
Jolly Roger H3
Hash Trash
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Hares: Lost My Balls, Run DMC, Rectal Roommate
Hashing doesn't get any better than having Baby Ruths and liquid gold on
trail! Seven Jolly Roger H3 first-timers joined the pack thinking they would
get a ride in the S.S. Balls and get caught in booby traps. Taint Tickler
put on the 1,069 pound chain without a smile this time as luck had it, he
had to give it up a few days ago to a stronger, faster, YOUNGER harrier. A
few special awards were given for a couple of short bus wanks, Shitz Ahoy
received his belated 10 JRH3 run headband, and I received my belated but
much appreciated red tag for 20 trail harings. It’s nice to have something
to show for haring besides a white powdered butt crack. The hares gave us
chalk talk and as usual, the package check sign was missing in the line-up
(bastards).
ON-OUT!
Wanks head through tall grass, saw palmettos and blue glitter. GatorAte was
the first to find the blue glitter; I laughed at him thinking it was just
weird fungus until I found myself face down in the blue shiny stuff (thanks
CFB!). The entrance to the woods was littered with booby traps; Yeast
Infection, U-Drive and Just Alexis couldn’t get enough of playing with them.
Written clues were found on trail that gave wanks an idea where to find the
liquid gold, and with 16 bottles of gold out there, who do you think picked
them up? I know GatorAte was hot on trail doing his best to sniff them out
before the virgin runners sucked them all up. A ladies’ check was placed
very close to a clue with a photo of some dorky looking guy on it; so the
check was lost in the FRB’s mad search for the gold, so I flashed myself.
The terrain turned into swampland and trail was very entertaining; we
watched a virgin FRB fall-through rotted tree trunks while the rest of us
slogged through the water. No gators were in sight, but the hares made sure
we’d run into a pigmy rattlesnake who welcomed us to a true trail sign.
Thinking back, that is where we lost a handsome FRB virgin harrier and
Backdoor; I’ll leave it at that.
Rectal Roommate was the interim captain of the S.S. Balls and fought off
alligators and water moccasins to bring the pack a case of beer for the beer
stop; complete with mosquitoes as mean as his mom and the size of his
grandma. After seeing welts the size of soccer balls on our faces, we
requested permission to press on-ahead (where was she, anyway?); and the
hares gave us their blessing. We ran as fast as we could to keep the blood
suckers off of our bug-sprayed skin, to no avail. The rain came down and we
lost our weak bug spray protection as well as our vision; making it a tough
run through the forest. After I hit a cypress knee, I scored a 9.4
belly-flop into the mud; but now I wonder if it was really Leprecock and not
a cypress knee that tripped me up--as there was liquid gold near-by.
CIRCLE UP!
The turkeys made it to finish as we changed the circle location to where the
food was (bright idea!) and trail trial commenced. Taint gave trail a
thumbs-up because he left the 5,069 pound chain behind and did not obtain
any new bruises on the run. The others exercised the usual gripes, not
enough boobies, not enough shiggy and where the hell was the package check?
We were entertained by virgins strong enough to make it through trail and
circle with a few jokes and some grass wrestling. Flying Under the Influence
and GoDaddy.cum were tied up for 10 hash runs, and Bed & Buckfest hit her
100 hash milestone. GatorAte won the FRB, however Taint must wear the chain
on trail for the rest of the year because he purposely locked it up in his
car. Taint Tickler won the brainless award for thinking nobody would notice
where the 10,069-pound chain went and that he wasn’t wearing it on trail.
Just Andrew was up for a naming, and after showing off his huge tattoo of a
pirate ship (How did this get by us before?), his new hash name now and
forever more is “Check Out My Mast.” After 69 visits from the Park Ranger,
we all sucked down as much food as we could in 3 minutes and got a piece
before we were locked-in until 2010.
On-On!
Casual Friday
Jolly Roger
H3
of the Tampa Bay Metro Area
Runs #497
Goonies Hash
Saturday, September 26th, 2009
Where: Meet in Flatwoods Wilderness Park, located at 14302 Morris Bridge Rd, Thonotosassa, Florida. Once in the park, park in the parking are just past the cones blocking the "Rangers Only Access Area".
When:
Direction:
From I-275 & I-4, in Central Tampa:
From Wesley Chapel, to the north:
Go south on I-75, from Hwy 54, for 12.4 miles. Go left, or east on Morris Bridge Road/Fletcher for about 4.6 miles and find the Flatwoods Wilderness Park on the left.From Brandon, to the south:
From Lakeland, to the east:
From Carrollwood, to the west:
Theme:
Trail:
Hares:
Donations:
On After:
RSVP:
Who's Coming So Far:
Phone Number: