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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
Where:
When:
Directions:
From Wesley Chapel, to the north:
From I-275 & I4 in Central Tampa, to the south:
From Clearwater, to the west:
From Lakeland to the east:
Cost: $5 donation.
Hare:
On After:
Phone Number: