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The new equality of the hash was evident again today when runners and walker gathered and moved off in equal numbers as intros and instructions ended and the circle broke up. Before that though, in the parking lot, Jack-off had trouble parking, backing and filling once, twice and yet again with much hand waving and instructions shouted to get him settled into his BLABish parking spot - it seems that the signage and traffic markings in the gravel parking lot were apparently not up to his high traffic engineering standards.
Pussies Galore and Deep Shit were the hares, sheparding each group - along trails up then trails down, then up again. With checks and view points offering distracting of sex pills, rum and chocolate kisses along the way.
Past sex pills and for the runners big hill climbs - hot sweat, snow and shiggy! with a prize to the one Stoolie who embraced the full meaning of the hash was the most down - and most dirty (err muddy) at the end.
Back down to starting level and a beer check the walkers, first there. But again (second hash in a row), trouble with keys and locked beer in a car. Runners arrived. One, then in groups, Stroke was all steamed up like a race horse.
A walk or a jog along the road took us back to our starting point and that annoying fishy smell again. Some hashers did their good deed and bagged and grabbed the trash to take it on home.
Charges followed as they will, hares were drunk to, the parking difficulty of Jack-off rewarded with a down-down. Then Stroke for miss guided web page notes, Beaver and the fallen Cocksy one for alleged discussions of long races. A wanker was declared and Stroke fell to his own suggested strategy for getting hares for the next hash (thanks Stroke).
A glorious location, a great run and walk thanks to the hares, Pussies, Deep and all who attended.
On afters carried on at the Log House Pub.
On-On, Beaver
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