Jolly Roger H3
Run #481
July 29th, 2009
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Hare Blessings
.

Here's to Casual Friday, our hare for tonight.
She promises this trail to be a doggie delight.

Stroller are welcome too.
They won't get stuck in no goo.

And they'll even put doggie bowls out at the on after.

Repeat After Me.

Bless this hare.
Bless this trail.
Coppus no catch us.
Doggus no bite us.
In the name of the dogs,
the stroller,
and the holy rollers.

On Off...

Dab



Hash Trash

CJRH3 Hash #481 Hash Trash
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Hare: Casual Friday

Wanks came from far and wide to participate in the urban void-of-shiggy trail. After chalk talk was given by the Hash Tard (me), it was obvious wanks should simply stick together on trail. Four virgin men (yay, men!) were introduced, canines were watered down, and infants were strapped to their mothers’ teats. While I received my blessing from Dabadoo, Rectal Roommate was having a doggy-style threesome with a blonde and a brunette – a bit disrespectful during church, but who am I to judge.

ON-OUT

Within 100 yards of start, I had laid a bright yellow package check, hoping most wanks would see some action; too bad all harriers blew through it; the rat bastards. After wankers pounded sidewalk after sidewalk to find the end of the first CB69, Lost My Balls turned to ranging and the pack attempted to find true trail through the park. While the walkers investigated every obvious check-back in the park thanks to Just Jill’s virgins leading the walkers, Caught From Behind and Bangs Her Mash joined Arrr-U and I at a top secret beer check. We drank to “We’re the best, f*ck the rest!” and off they went to pound some more pavement and beat some more meat, while I went shopping at Sweet Bay for some sausage and cases of water (one of the perks to laying a dead trail and driving the beer van).

Rumor has it More Sex and Dibbs on the Couch were stalking some local teenaged soccer dudes in the park; I saw photos and they were HOT. More Sex had her Michael Jackson glove on, but I think the harriettes would have gotten a piece or two if the gloved hand wasn’t attached to a stroller. Once again, the racists Bangs and CFB joined me at the hash halt beer stop, and it wasn’t too long before the rest of the pack arrived. The second heat of racists (Balls and Saigon Sally) were standing at the whichy-way, waiting for me to give them their blessing so they could attempt to beat the beer truck to the finish. I gave all wankers a hint and told them the right arrow was “more interesting” and saw a few stares of disbelief; yet they went for it. What I didn’t mention, was taking the arrow on the right made it more interesting for me to watch their sorry asses cross the water to get to the true trail, which was the left arrow.

ON-IN

While I watched Sempre Bi straddle the water dam near the 2nd beer check, it was no wonder that she immediately settled into her “I'm tired chair” upon reaching Finish. The virgins reached On-In and started practicing their entertainment while we all waited for the two DFLs to arrive, Camel Jockey and Where’s My Goat. Since I had my disco-light cup and it was getting dark, I was ready to head out and sweep; however Dick Fibri-laid-her took his whistle and set out after them; we knew he was comfortable giving them mouth-to-mouth, just in case the wanks were in trouble. Just 5 minutes passed and the 2 DFLs showed up to Circle from the opposite direction and left Dick out there to dangle in the dark with his whistle and no one to blow.

CIRCLE UP

I am not certain why there were 69 wankers in the circle for shitty trail—they all got what they came for. They got beer, they got boobies, they got a chance at a package check, no coppus caught us, no rain soaked us, and they got their 169 check backs that I always promise. On top of that, no one was in any danger of getting festering crotch diseases in his or her eyes--but I drank for a shitty trail anyway. We were entertained by watching 69 versions of the chicken dance by the virgins; despite Taint Tickler yelling out “dicks out for the boys.” Even though Bangs and CFB battled it out for FRB nerd status, Balls won the hash. Religious Advisors were honored, as well as JRH3 returning visitors; Camel Jockey got to drink special for cumming the furthest (Bahrain). We witnessed two of the longest blow jobs we’ve ever seen (not including Whiney Bitch and Just Jill), and CFB was tied up for 125 hashes. Apparently, it was the night to go incognito, as more wanks drank for not wearing hash gear, than those who did wear hash attire. I did appreciate the half-nekkid harriers, but not enough that they got out of their non-hash gear down-downs. Shot by a Whore was trolling for tuna as he showed up fashionably late wearing a suit, and we honored a long-time returner, See Spot Cum. Taint Tickler cleansed the brainless skull with scotch, and 1,069 wankers were nominated for the brainless award. After sifting through the masses, it all boiled down to the story of Rectal Roommate rolling around on the grass straddled by a pantiless hoochie-mama, and he didn’t get her phone number or remember her name. Despite that being acceptable hash behavior, he was the favorite, hands-down, and collected donations for the brainless award. While the JRH3 hash does not push excessive drinking, we allowed Rectal to bathe in the generous beverage donations and filled the skull with cheesy balls instead, for his down-down. Since his shirt was wet and his balls were dry, More Sex came to the rescue and added her own personal donation by squeezing off some of her own breast milk to cover Rectal’s balls. Within seconds, all harriers were lined-up for their turn of some of THAT action. After a song, Rectal ate his own balls and everyone was entertained.

The wanks were sweaty, smelly and tired, yet we all got a piece.

On-On!
Casual Friday



 

Jolly Roger H3
of the Tampa Bay Metro Area
Runs #481
Wednesday, July 29th, 2009
 



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