Jolly Roger H3
Run #482
August 1st, 2009
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Hare Blessings
.

We have FeFu & Oxy laying trail,
Will we live through it to the the tail?

Lions and tigers and bears, oh my!
They all look like FeFU one hairy-ass guy!

It is his birthday, he must hate us all
for sending us through water and shiggy so tall!

Bless these hares, bless this trail
Gators no bite us,
Snakus no scare us,
pink eye no infect us.

In the name of the flour,
the fun,
and the holy run!

On off!


Casual Friday



Hash Trash

CJRH3 Hash #482 Hash Trash
Saturday, August 1, 2009
Hares: Fecal Fucker and Oxymoron

Wanks gathered from near and far in an exciting assortment of shiggy garb. We were not told that we would need water wings; however, it was suggested to leave all technology behind and not to wear clothes we would not want destroyed. Sweet! My kind of trail! Fecal Fucker and Oxy were sure to give us a birthday run for our money. The hares were blessed, 769 Jolly Roger H3 first timers were introduced, running shoes were double-knotted and the pack disappeared into the Florida woods.

ON-OUT: The shiggy factor was high on the ouch scale, as we immediately climbed through barbed wire. GRC only stopped to smell B&B’s butt while stepping through the barbed wire adorned with some of FeFu’s hair. Some of us ran up to an arrow that was facing the direction we had just come from. We were not sure what it meant, as it was not a true trail, nor was it a pack arrow, yet it was drawn using flour. Virgin 4 Life ranged and aided a few of us FRB wankers in running in circles. While wrestling with saw palmetto swords, some of us started making up words to a hash song in order to disconnect our brains from the pain we were feeling from shredded epidermis. Actually, some of us were purposely and temporarily lost; it was our tactic to shake the continual whining from Taint Tickler. If he did not look so much like he could put a hurtin’ on me, I would have slapped the boogers out of his tickler just to shut him up. After climbing what seemed to be the same friggin’ log repeatedly, some of us hooked up with Gritty Kitty on the 69th circle of log-hopping. She led us to the rear-end of the noisy pack who found another patch of palmetto blades to shred what was left of our skin.

ON-IN: We found out what the backwards arrow meant, after we breast stroked through the 169-foot deep water shiggy. Seemed all wankers except for Lost My Balls, had missed the first part of trail; and Yankee Crank was sure to point it out to everyone within earshot. I do believe a few wanks were ready to swipe his old man walking stick and beat the crap out of him with it. We arrived to the parking lot, which was the start, the beer stop, and the finish. I would say we all did a very fine job of short-cutting, as we made it back before the hares and sundown. It was BONUS that the beer van was there waiting for us. Lost My Balls almost killed us all when he found out he was the only one who went through 369 package checks on the first half of trail; he said he got tired of looking at his own junk and wondered where everyone was.

CIRCLE UP: FeFu and Oxymoron did a fine job of haring FeFu’s birthday hash, as there were only a few thumbs pointing to China during trail trial. DUI said the water wasn’t deep enough (he’s 169 feet tall) and Dabadoo got his Spiderman panties wet. Goolight Special filled their drinking vessels and we were entertained by many virgins. Nurse Jelly Finger entertained us while getting her blowjob (sweet photo op!), Toyz in the Hood was tied up for 10 JRH3 hashes, and Gritty Kitty was tied for 25 JRH3 hashes. Lost My Balls was the FRB for the beer stop (duh, all other wanks missed it) and Bloody Z won the hash and the 1,069 pound chain. Goo was honored for her work in the kitchen and Taint peed in the Brainless skull to cleanse the vessel. Choice of a New Penetration won the brainless as well as a spit-squirt from the hares. Just Liz received her hash name and henceforth, from now and forevermore, until we decide to change it, she will be known as YMCA (Young Men Cum Again).

A fantastic time was had by all and the hash went in peace.

On-On!
Casual Friday .



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Saturday, August 1st, 2009
 



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