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Jolly Roger H3 of the Tampa Bay Metro Area Run #399 Thursday, July 31st, 2008 |
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Hare BlessingX
Where ya been, Racing Stripes?
We ain’t seen ya, what’s your gripe?
Since you’ve been married
You’re looking quite harried
You gotta come out or we’ll fight!
Racing’s trails are always evil
He never marks trail for the people
We can’t find the flour
We’ll be out there for hours
So he’ll drink when he’s back in the circle
(other than Dab and GRC)
No one has hared more trails!
So by now he should hare without fail!
He’ll f*ck this one up, too
We might as well screw
While the others get lost on his trail
Bless this hare
Bless this trail
Coppus no catchus
Dogus no bitus
Cloudus no rainus
Pavement no pound us
YBF’s no f*ckus
Heatus no strokus (STROKE)
Coitus non interruptus!
G’s Birthday Blessing
July 31st, 1903
Is when Stephen Ignatius Gispert came to be
He was born in UK
We’re glad he’s not gay
Or hashing’d be different, you see.
Kuala Lumpur, 1938
Wanks gathered together in great debate
The Hash needs a founder
It’d better not flounder
Or we’ll sit and be rather sedate
So we’ll drink to our Hash Founder today
‘Cause today is Gispert’s Birthday
He’d be 108
Now isn’t that great?
Let’s all drink, then shout Hoo-ray!
Hash Trash
Jolly Roger Wet Hash, July 31, 2008
Hare: Racing Stripes
Beer Angel: BJz 4 DJz
It was a wet Thursday evening after raining all day; which separated the
rugged from the fragile, the fearless from the feeble and the hashers from
people who have a life. At quick glance, it seemed we had just as many
virgins and visitors as we did Jolly Roger wankers. Thursdays rock; what a
fun pack! “Team Stripes & BJz” led the pack on an urban trail including
water puddles big enough for rhinos to play in, as well as A Gator Bit My
Penis (Just Mike). The pack was antsy to head out as the hare and the beer
angel had a 90 minute head-start. Portopussy brought a busload of eye candy
that he had to take care of in the bathroom of the Sonic Burger while the
pack waited for him and his harem of Tiffanys to return. More Sex kept us in
liquid refreshment while we were all sucking off of her enormous
breastesses, nick-named “The Wine Rack”. I’m here to tell you that I got a
foaming power shot of sweet nectar down my throat and I just couldn’t get my
lips to give up the nipple!
While Harelip initially lead the pack in the wrong direction, More Sex
complained that she was sucked dry. Wait a minute…did I do that? I don’t
remember. Training for a Tranny (D.C. hasher) and Where’s My Goat lead the
pack through most of the water passage to the beer check. Goat was sure to
drink later on as he blew through a ladies’ check (say it ain’t so!) to
snare the hare who was already waiting for the pack and the beer at the beer
check. I’m throwing a hash foul flag on that caper as blowing through a tit
check to win and snare a hare that had already finished laying trail to the
non-existent beer van was a bit over-zealous! Harelip Dog had slid into the
beer check on his belly with Dog f*cker on his back; and now you see how
Just Dan got his hash name. While many walkers were taking a smoke break and
admiring Just Chey’s war paint, the boys were testing the sturdiness of the
children’s slide and jungle gym. Many playground rashes were had by Harelip,
Dog f*cker, Portopussy, Just Mike, Just Erik and Just Bill. While the slide
was lubed with beer, the landing zone was a large patch of course emery
board-like material, rough-enough to sand down an elephant’s toenail and Dog
f*cker’s bare back.
The pack was off again, and Harelip landed face-first into a large
waterhole. I couldn’t pass that one up so I jumped onto his back with a
thigh clamp, while Camel Jockey (from Bahrain), ran up from behind with his
own thigh clampage. I really don’t remember how I got out of that one… I’ll
have to check the photos. Soon the pack spread out and we came upon a
which-y-way. I ran on the straight arrow while Just Erik took a right-turn
to catch up to the naked male FRBs. By the way, his secret is out now, and
it’s not that he wanted to win the hash…
The circle was fun; how could we go wrong with 200 Tiffanys entertaining us?
While the virgin men were comparing wet body-parts (there is a God!), the
virgin women executed interpretive dance moves in perfect formation. Harelip
was jealous. Racing Stripes complained that he laid trail with a goat up his
ass, and Portopussy received the brainless award for taking the tribe of
young women to the bathroom for favors, when it was time for “On-Out!.”
Where’s My Goat is now wearing the chain to bed per More Sex’s suggestion
and Ben Gay offered to teabag Harelip’s beer mug again for no charge.
On-On!
Casual Friday
Jolly Roger H3
of the Tampa Bay Metro Area
Run #399
Thursday, July 31st, 2007
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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:
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