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Issue Run 39 - 16 June 2007 |
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RUN REPORTHash
Run 39 Fiskebäcks gästhamn/guest harbour (how posh…we may start the next yachting the WestCoast Hash)16
juni 2007
Yeah,
yeah, yeah…this HashTrasher is literally on the summer vacation mode
but better late than never, you pisspots! Here I am sweating my shaven
arse off to remind you of happenings a couple of weeks back and all I
get is…appraisal! Thank you thank you, I know I am jolly goodJ
Hares:
Patrick..
Fellow
participating Hashers (as usual, if I forgot someone, sorry, I don’t
care):
Jerk
Off
SubHuman
TotalWanker
TrialWalker
LostinHangover
BearBirdie
LostandFound
QueenLatifa
HairyNuts
DancingKing
ShavenBottom
ShrimpSpew
CockSweller
Hurricane
Christer
M
Patrik
E
Nadja
B
Susanne
S
Johan
S
Once
upon a time, more precisely 16th June, in Fiskebäck there
was a bunch of people who gathered together in the wet (yes, I am
blonde) Gothenburg rain in order to run in the woods for about three
hours, drink aquavit and beer, eat raw pickled herring (arrgh) and have
a barbecue in the storm. Some of these people went also bloody swimming
in the greyish black sea when the rain, wind and waves were at their
best. They must be mad! But no, they are Hashers true and true! Give me
a beer for Gus’ sake!
Anyway,
the run started at the parking lot of Fiskebäcks guest harbour. The
weather was fantastic, as has already been mentioned. Big grey clouds
were hanging over our necks but it didn’t disturb the happy group of
hashers. Some hashers had problems to arrive to the right place since
according to the instructions we were supposed to get off one stop
earlier. Never mind and what the heck At least some females got picked
up from the street by lonesome male drivers.
There
were some virgins and extra virgins as well as visitors so it was nice (pjuuk)
to make new acquaintances already before the run. Some subterrestrial
true Hash feelings were in the air when the blonde Harriettes were
getting extra attention by a camera made in the
By
then some hashers were wishing for it was over. But we still had some
kilometres ahead of us. Well, top athletes as we are, it didn’t matter
since the route was very beautiful indeed. If you don’t mind the brown
smelly stuff that the bypassing horses kindly wanted to share with us.
We were running and walking by the sea shore (in the rain) and passed
boats on the way. In the end, some hashers didn’t know the way to the
ON IN and a few telephone calls were required in order to find the
secret society hiding behind the old wooden storehouses. Some brave men
went swimming after the run and ShavenBottom was devastated since she
missed all that abundant (hairy?) male beauty by arriving too late. She
had to be happy with the young teenage boys with pimples who were
encouraging her to swim alone in the freezing wind and water. And it
rained cats and dogs on top of the screaming sea gulls. Lucky to be
alive after that treatment!
But
the best part of the whole business was still waiting: the circle in the
rain. Some hashers had unbelievably managed to light the(ir) fire and
were barbequing the(ir) sausages (what a hash!). And some were heating
up their bottoms. Anyway, the circle was a bit out of order since it was
hard to hear or see anything due to the wind and the rain. Some
subcultures could also be traced since there were too many private
discussions or flirts. Unfortunately, regarding the downdowns, the
writer of this HashTrash is an egoistic and self centred bastard and
cannot remember any other Down Downs than her own. I was caught up with
Subhuman for he was so politely asking about my weight. And not only
that but suggesting his own estimations like 100 kg! I am speechless.
His excuse was that I look so strong that he would not like to make me
mad. How clever can one be! Don’t get me wrong, we are very happy to
receive visitors (V) and we are even more happy when they pass out due
to alcohol effects. Does anybody still remember our Brasilian friend
Francisco?! He has contacted me from SaoPaulo with a rose…Anyway,
another down down was for ShB and this tall polite (shame on U) guy who
picked me up from the street. Yes, some people could work with their
reputation.
There
had also been a quiz designed by Patrick but no one got all the answers
right so he could keep his extravagant whisky which we could slurp later
on though.
The
barbecue moved then “indoors” to the old shade and it was great
because there was some wine! That’s all that counts. I am writing this
Trash so I can underline my own preferences…But the sausages were good
too, especially the thin ones (the size matters you see).
And
after there was a party in the Dancing King’s and Hairy Nut’s place!
But this library where I am writing this -hit is closing so I have to
finish here.
ON
ON!
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