Hash N+338 "Farewell Hash"
Sunday, 10th of May
Welcome to Hash
N+338: The Farewell Shitshow Edition
After the
legendary Zoo Hash, a historic 4.5 km that somehow took two bloody hours
(a new BH3 record in inefficiency), we now face a much darker moment…
Hash N+338 will
be a sad one.
After 4 years of
questionable life choices with BH3, Wine Rack is abandoning us for
“better shores.” Apparently Brasília has broken her, and her husband Bruno, in
a last-ditch effort to save his marriage, is dragging her off to Geneva.
Yes, Geneva.
Where the people are famously wild, spontaneous, and party like there’s no
tomorrow…
…NOT.
🐾 The Hares
This disaster will be led by Just Mike and Opulence.
Yes, our desperate call for volunteers was only half successful — but credit
where it’s due: Just Mike has stepped up for his first-ever hare. Pray
for us.
📍 Start Location
Road entrance to SQN 306, Asa Norte — Wine Rack’s home turf.
Convenient, because after all the tears, hugs, and emotional damage, she’ll
need immediate access to a shower.
💔 The Mission
This is your last chance to properly tell Wine Rack to fuck off before
she escapes the country the next day.
So show up.
Do it properly.
Send her off in true BH3 style.
🗺️ The Trail
🏃 Runners
No.
Sit down. Shut
up. Have a beer.
🚶 Walkers
~5 km of premium suffering featuring:
• Getting lost
• Blaming the hares
• Blaming each other
• Questioning your life choices
• Eventual salvation at the beer stop
🍻 What to Expect
🎭 Chalk Talk
Like a TED Talk…
if TED was drunk, confused, and aggressively wrong.
🍺 Beer Stop
When your legs give up…
but your liver says: “I got this.”
🎉 Circle
A sacred ceremony of:
• Awful singing
• Even worse jokes
• Public humiliation
• Beer of legally questionable origin
🌦 Forecast
Expect:
• “Surface of the sun” conditions. Hot. Sweaty. Regrettable.
🧳 What to Bring
• Sunscreen strong enough to survive nuclear war
• No rain gear — dry season is here
• A sense of humor (mandatory)
• Your dignity (optional, and temporary)
• Cash / beer money / emergency survival funds
So lace up your
worst decisions, pretend to hydrate responsibly, and come suffer like the
legend you think you are.
Because
remember:
This is not
exercise.
It’s a moving disaster… with beer.
On On! 🍻🐾
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