Hash N+329 "Hashmas Hash"

Sunday, 21st of December

Upcoming Hashmas Hash N+329

Well, how time flies when you’re drunk… and just like that, we’ve stumbled into the very last Hash of 2025, a mere three days before Christmas. Most of you will already be fleeing Brasília to eat too much, argue with relatives, and pretend you like snow. Safe travels, wanks — enjoy the cold, the family drama, and the passive-aggressive hugs.

For those poor souls still trapped in Brasília… the Hash must go on.

Against all logic and good judgment, Union Jack-Off and Just Richard have volunteered (yes, willingly) to hare this final disaster of the year. The trail will start at SQN 203, aka Union Jack-Off’s backyard, so expectations should be set accordingly:

👉 a shitty trail that may or may not involve the Eixo, questionable shortcuts, and at least one moment of “why am I still doing this?”

Come out, make it big, make it messy, and let’s end 2025 the only way we know how — slightly dehydrated and deeply ashamed.

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📍 Start

SQN 203 – Bloco TBA (because planning is for other people)

🐍 Trail

Quadras, Eixo, underpasses, and maybe a park… or maybe regret

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🗺️ The Trail

🏃 Runners: LOL. Sit down. No running trail this time.

🚶 Walkers: ~5 km of an Instagram stroll — no filters, extra sweat, mystery scratches, and at least one emotional wobble.

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🍻 What to Expect (Besides Poor Life Choices)

🎭 Chalk Talk: Like a TED Talk, but louder, drunker, and fact-free.

🍺 Beer Stop: The exact moment your liver files a formal complaint.

🎉 Circle: Public humiliation, off-key chanting, and beer so warm it could legally be classified as soup.

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🌦 Forecast

Hotter than Lucifer’s bidet, with a strong chance of “oh for f*ck’s sake, rain again.”

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🧳 Packing List

• Sunscreen powerful enough to cook an egg

• A raincoat or human condom just in case it is raining

• Your liver’s final goodbye letter

• Any remaining dignity (it will not survive Circle)

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So lace up your shame-proof shoes, hydrate like it’s an Olympic sport, and come suffer gloriously with us.

This isn’t a run.

It’s group therapy — with beer, heckling, and the occasional accidental nudity.

On On, you magnificent disasters! 🍻🔥💀