The Anal Famous,Fab,Fuzzy,Fairly,Furry,Fairy,Ferry SHITS Run
The 10th FFFFFFFFFFFerry Run was a success just like every year. Two ferry rides, one skinny dipping, and lots of people. These are just some of them:
The hares: Fit and tutu tailed, and Wankula: What NOT hashing does to you!
THE FHHH & SHITS Red Dress R*n
Two birthdays to celebrate: FHHH turned a venerable 1700, SHITS a young and spruce 200. I'm told it was a fabulous day. We (apparently) dazzled Frankfurt, or so I am told. Memory is fickle thing.
R*n 199: The Black's Auf Wiedersehn
It was a sad occasion and a wonderful hashing day. Perfect trail weather that turned into a pleasant summer evening and night, a great turn out, a drawn out shitting circle, a naming, b-b-q that became a bon fire and sadly, saying goodbye to three wonderful hashing friends.
There was, of course, food to be enjoyed. Just Norah (still, Just Norah), Sharp Willie, Weenie Bikini, Wrangler, Icehole, Father Abraham, Hellcat, Black Cock Blocker, Mumble Boy, and Nice Boy enjoyed the food. Beerkicker is not mentioned in this list as he had to be reminded several times during circle to put his fork down - something which we will not encourage!
And also drinks. Of course, the good stuff was kept for a select few (Mommy) while little people had to look on enviously. Sensing this injustice, there was some force feeding shortly after. GBof fed Just Norah. And later Black Cock Blocker fed GBoF (who, to be honest, didn't need any more feeding).
Said proceedings where greeted with smirking by Beerkicker, laughter by Ball Scratcher. Father Abraham was puzzled, Aku (Gut'n Tight) however, was deeply relaxed. Ancient Boner got thirsty just watching (and immediately did something to get rid of the feeling), Hash Bunny, Lecher Magoo, and Sexy Knee just looked on. Just Kirsten, on the other hand, couldn't bear to look.
The evening wore on. Different occupations were contemplated. Mumble Boy was talking to MiG (after her naming: she is now known as Made in Germany which she actually was) which Short Strokes found very endearing (BTW: they left soon after mumbling about some urgent business they had to attend to, something to do with practicising, and multiplying and the like). Hash Bunny had come somewhat overdressed (this is how the Red Dress Runs started, maybe we could match it with a "fluffly house shoe run"?) - obviously generating deep desire in Weaky Leaky. And in the end Swans knew what he had been looking for and what to do with it.
Three more photos of the hashers who have decided to return to the land of the free and the home of the brave and leave us poor bastards, enslaved cowards all by ourselves. We are going to miss them:
Unholy Nipples Made in Germany (MiG) Black Cock Blocker who will from now on flying American planes and a MiG
We met and ran (ducked, weaved, ducked some more, stumbled, dragged ourselves) through the wilderness next to the old airport in Bonames. It was HOT. It was FUN. There was enough cold beer for everyone.
R*n 195: WISEguys in WISEbaden
Perfect conditions for a good run. A great city run with a very unusual playstop, including tequila! and dissapproving looks of some mummies (mummies with toddlers, not bandages, that is), people (aka civilians), art, and even BLOOD. Don't believe it when they say that SHITS is gentle. Circle was complete with housewives and a virgin.
R*n 194: Another SHITting Circle
In Darmstadt-Arheilgen - where they breed hashers apparently.
R*n 192: 2nd abuse of the Dune area
We arrived at a romantic little place of Niceboy's chosing and prepared for trail while several garbage collectors cleaned the place up around us. Seldom have we witnessed a cosier spot. As Niceboy couldn't use the trail from Thursday's FHHH r*n (due to the thunderstorm that poured down and erased all markings left by Wrangler and Blue Tit) he decided to lay trail life. Looking at the pack we decided to give him a 2 minute start (plenty!) but then Call me Cucumber arrived and we got talking and Niceboy left a good 15 minutes before the pack.
The trail was a true hash trail: there was greenery (some of it higher than at least 2 of the harrietts), there was shiggy, there was flour, there was no water but there was blood (and red skind blotches and scratches and mosquito bites and we are still looking for the ticks). At the end there was beer.
Near the Böllenfalltor (hence: the lilies, you get it?). Glorious wheather, glorious woods, so so trail which might have been better if the hare hadn't got disoriented somewhere along the line ... But there was enough beer for everyone. And who needs anything else?
We revived the wonderful custom of ON AFTER. We had a great time. Not sure about the people on the other tables in the beergarden. :-D
Blue Tit and Wrangler joined us for the first time (and in Blue Tits' case last time this year).
The Winefest took over. Hares Hash Bunny and Ballscratcher led us a merry round. Apparently hashers were flumoxed by the trail that led past the house where Niceboy's AND Lew Tolstoi used to live. Not necessarily at the same time.
R*n 189: Everybody's favourite hooker in the Ostpark
This SHITS was a city run with Second Row Hooker as hare leading our group through Frankfurt from the Ostpark all the way to the Zoo. We had two visitors from Munich HHH: Birdbrian and Bottom Blower. And a long lost hasher - Oral Injection - was there as well! Here are some impressions from Birdbrian:
R*n 188: V3 laid trail around Louisa in Frankfurt:
Soooo, we had a glorious start to the 2018 S.H.I.T.S. season. 15 hashers and 3 hash horrors took part, first sitting circle of the year was great, enough drink and food was there (including a well attended on after), no clouds whatsoever were involved.
The new g-mattress started her first circle doubling as RA. Anybody willing to take over the job (RA). No pay but drink will be provided. Training will happen on the job.
ATTENTION: We do not yet have a hare for 28 July. This will be the 200th SHITS run. Why not take the opportunity to go down in SHITS history?
On a cautionary note: Do not let hash mothers and hash grannies in playgrounds along the trail. They will not find their way out of there again.