Jolly Roger H3
Run #426
December 18th, 2008
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Hare Blessing.

Here’s to Dabadoo , the man I adore

and Shot by a whore who’s never done this before

So go on you two and do what hares do

But first we’ll bless this trail and you

So…It’s to the hares that we lift our ale

Because it’s going to be just another shitty trail

 

Bless these hares

Bless this trail

Coppus no catch-us

Dogus no bite-us

Santa no naughty list-us

In the name of

The Flour

The Fun

And The Holy Run

ON-OFF!



Hash Trash

The pack gathered behind a seedy biker bar, the “Hang Out.” Wanna Earn and A and Shot by a Whore’s happy reindeer/snowflake pajama shorts fit right into the black-leathered crowd. Dab cruised through chalk talk in 69 seconds flat, and then (snicker) the two hares, Dab and Shot kneeled for the hare blessing. Although at this point, do the hares really need a blessing when the trail has already been laid? I’m thinking at times like this, the friggin’ PACK could use a blessing! But I digress.

We all took off at once, and within 69 feet, Rectal Roommate was on his back with his legs up in the air. That’s not a good way to get attention in a group of hashers, as that is typical hash behavior and can be overlooked. However, it worked--and he sucked Wanna Earn an A into helping him out. GRC passed the tree roots with no problem, dragging her white fuzzy ankle biter and the 69-pound orange chain of torture, in Saigon Sally’s absentia.

The trail put us through a tiny patch of shiggy, marked with toilet paper that was not covered at chalk talk (oops!); we crossed a 69-foot creek via a wooden walkway, and ended up at the long-yearned-for beer stop. Little did we know, we were parked in the private drive of a middle-aged crack whore and her family, who ran a pit-bull puppy mill. GRC and I were the first ones to run the hell out of there and get back on trail as pit-bulls were surrounding us and we heard banjos.

We reconvened behind the beautiful choppers and pristine cruisers all lined up in the midst of a familiar scented haze. Kitty Litter lead us through welcoming the three visitors from Munich, Claremont and New York, and the returners Wanna, S&M Ken and me, were chastised. GRC passed the FRB chain to Ring My Ding-a-ling; I’m not sure how the hell that came to be, but we’ll go with it. At least he had something to take home to his mom.

GRC was anxious to take over Harelip’s desire to cleanse the brainless skull, though I doubt she filled it up like he always did. The brainless honor was given to rectal roommate for only going 69 feet on trail before his legs were up in the air. I need not tell anyone that he fell again on his way to the bathroom among the black leathered on-lookers. Crunchy balls were eaten, beer was consumed, swing low was sung, and the pack got a piece.

On-On!
Casual Friday



Jolly Roger H3
of the Tampa Bay Metro Area
Run #426
December
18th, 2008



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