Boxer Hash #169 Golden Showers Bring Yellow Flowers & BJH3 Run #1855 The Trade Wars and Rocket Men Hash

Jesus says that the human suffering is rooted in the evil side of human nature; Marx says that human suffering is private ownership. But the sufferers can recognize the real existence of the evil side of human nature.

A squad of Boxer hashers descend from the last 15ish-meter steps of hill at Huanghuacheng Great Wall around 5 pm, Saturday, actually where a restaurant with an orchard is located here and the owner set up such the 15ish-meter concrete steps to the road,

“Pay us! Pay us! It’s 5 kuai for each person passing by. This is a private territory. Just now there were 3 lunatics who rushed over and didn’t pay!” 3 locals bellow to hashers.

Pickle Boy rebukes it with a series of questions. They boast without shame,

“You can call police. We don’t care. We don’t have legal papers. We have been charging here since the ’80s. We’re responding to DengXiaoPing’s call to develop the private economy. On the other side of the hill there’s only a ladder to the road for 5 kuai per head.”

Triple X Ray frowns and shakes his head, “forget it. Forget it. Give it to them. Let’s go.” More Men watches and follows. RoadKill and other hashers make a detour through the bush to the road. As Boxer GM Finger My Dough and Heart On with Amy arrive and also have to pay them at sight of this situation.

“This is an illegal act. It’s small money. We can pay, just like to the panhandlers on the street in Beijing. ” PB points out.

“Who’s panhandlers? You are panhandlers! Do you believe I call some guys to beat you now!” a local woman barks.

FMD soon talks PB into that don’t say anything if we paid it. And the blackmailed hashers keep moving (it reminds PB of his kidnappers, they are exactly the same type and this blackmail is still very popular in China), which demonstrates the Grapes of Wrath.

Through a baby hill and along with the road, to reach the end point with the Hash bus. Nearly 20 hashers crunch bags of snacks and crackers and then BGM FMD in a happy coat hosts a circle. Prancing Queen is volunteered as Beer Bitch. The hashers shout, “What time is it?” the other hashers reply loud, “Time to grease the ama!” These hares ChickenShit, Sink & Destroy and Just Jean are hailed to drink together over and over. When awaiting the 2 walkers such as Red Snatcher and Rambo No.5 for a long while, the 007 creates a new style to express this feeling by piling up a heap of earth next to the circle and erecting a brick on the top with chalking some words, “RIP. Rambo 5 1969-20**” and half bottle of beer. Dry Hole sends 2 bottles of beer to 2 local audiences. 2 young foreign travelers are pulled in the circle for treating a drink. Suddenly the hashers shriek to see these 2 walkers to move in from a dense mountain woods and R5 eyes his stone, bursting out laughter. Bearded Clam counts around one hasher with long-term hashing, but no naming, it’s Just Jean who has a tacit understanding to kneel down in the circle in the last layer. After rounds of argument about her nominations, Mile Thigh Club becomes of her and blessing beer showers her with merriment and Hash song. Then all hashers move on wolfing down 2 big tables of rural food. The Hash bus carries the frazzled hashers back to the XL bar at 9:30 pm or so. A kind of social gets more hashers to drink till midnight. Tomorrow would continue. And heard DH brought PQ to hospital for getting some stitches on his arm.

And how! The trail is a jim-dandy Boxer and rings a bell for a lot of good memories, especially the camping before. In the beginning a steep and thorny pathlet makes the hashers panting for breath. The rubbles challengeable ridge enthralls the hashers to have a singletrack mind via antique beacon towers. Sophie gasps with a loud breath to clear the way. At a beacon tower, the Open Check sign chains the hashers for a while until the hashers check a way out like Principal Penetration, Little Shit Red Hood and so on. The flour mark unexpectedly leads the hashers up to another hill. However the first fast group get lost by keeping down such as DH and No Shit Sherlock. The most scale through a sweep of woods to the refurbished Great Wall. A bird-view displays a meandering Great Wall to float in an up and down ocean of greenery surrounding a conspicuous reservoir. Cock Chain snaps photos for the particular scenery.

 

Competition promotes development; monopoly produces disaster.

Little Shit Red Hood sighs at the start of the Sunday hashing on the next day, “I drank too much yesterday. I should drink no more.” Really? Over 20 hashers take part in and the half are on-going from the Boxer. RA Heart On blesses 3 hares ChickenShit, RoadKill and the walking hare Not Tonight in the shadow of Tianshuiyuan area. Limp Fish Dick takes the lead ahead. Crash Test Dummy, Pickle Boy, Danger Zone, No Shit Sherlock, Little John, etc are in hot pursuit on a straight trail next to the main street. And the hashing line-up turn into a lane opposite the southern gate of Chaoyang park. Somewhat mark has been covered by the car. The hares re-lay the trail to usher in courtyard, gardens, bridges, railway line, canal bank and streets.

The 1st BS is in front of convenience store close to street for a 10-min break. A handful walkers lost the way, but the latecumers cumming up like Blow Harder, Piss & Chips and Just Steve. The 2nd BS is adjacent to a beverage whole market for 10-min pause with a rustic sense. The whole walkers don’t show up. The 3rd BS is placed in a narrow and slummy canal bank. The air is stinking from sewerage. More disgustingly, the locals get used to live in this way by selling 2 big basins of steaming pork in seeing and smelling trash everywhere. The hashers constantly yell out to make a hole for a stream of vehicles. Just Jake pops in somewhere as latecumer. Principal Penetration would like to use a handy toilet that definitely jars upon the users. And he has to go to farther clean lavatory on the street. Finally the all walkers fetch up the BS like Oracle Boner, Just Joanna, Rambo No.5 with his lovely twin babies playing and laughing. Breakfast Included sucks an ice cream at each BS.

The circle is enclosed in an elegant and independent yard where a whole wall shines with a running fire of the core values of Chinese socialism. Acting GM Super Squirter whoops the circled glorification. 3 hashers don’t attend this circle like Cums More Often, LFD and LSRH. Chewancca turns up for the circle only. A virgin is welcomed. These 3 hares cheer up a couple of times. Bjorn Again takes out a ribbon to tip up these 3 hairs. Snake Cunter shows off to wriggle her body like a snake. BH bawls, “blow me! Blow me!” because a small pinwheel on his hat allures each hasher to blow for spinning. RA HO holds a naming ritual for Just Steve by screening out several proposals and the loudest Cums 4 Seconds lends credit to his Hash Handle. The topless man is on his knees to accept it on which foam-decked beer whitens his body and ground. Gaiety and a Hasher Song baptize his paraphernalia instead of paraphenalia. In the end, RA HO as usual leads the multi-version of chorus of Swing Low with crew. 12 hashers mug up a gustful local tack.

On On…

Pickle Boy
Beijing. Tuesday,
May 22, 2018

By | 2018-05-22T23:45:18+00:00 May 22nd, 2018|Hash Trash|

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