When comparing the perceived knowledge to how much people actually knew, the belief-superior people are consistently overestimating their own knowledge.

The Hash flag hangs on the trees around 6:09 pm, May 5th. Is it a special day? Approximately 40 hashers celebrate a grand circle moderated by GM Shanghai Man and 2 RAs Heart On and Slappy Seconds at an enclosed garden. Many of hashers adorn with the unicorn tire. Sausage Party leaves early. Mind the Gap shows up as latecumer. 7 virgins are welcomed with Hash tradition. Churn Me On wins #10 run patch and beer mug and holds a bottle of tequila to treat hashers for her birthday. Cum in My Brum scores #25 run patch and beer mug. 3 hares are cheered out for their “shitty”gig. Somehow Just Gavin is called in for his new shoes, but looks like old. The brimful beer in his shoe infuses his mouth with shriek from the hashers. A virgin boy follows suit as well with using Just Gavin’s new old shoe. Mother Ducker comes along for his near-term visit to BJH3 after a few years and croons a Hash ditty by his “accusation”, hereby congratulating him on his marriage with a Chinese girl in a couple of weeks. Danger Zone and Limp Fish Dick are paired up to showcase a tantalizing new couple for an implication of novel marriage. Bitch Bandit calls 20 something years old for a drink and RA SS, Bjorn Again and Pickle Boy step in. Lick It To Ride sings out Hash songs to be sonorous and forceful. Just Krista is on her knees in the circle for her naming by RA HO. Just one nickname is proposed and then her Hash Handle is finalized for Piss and Chips. A fit of rough-and-tumble beer shower mingles with screech and guffaw from the hashers. Ultimately, RA HO unfurls a spectacular chorus of Swing Low with all hashers as a symbolic wellsprings of happiness based on fatwa and edict of Hash. It’s short and sweet without the rumble of authoritative dogmatism. 21 hashers eat a hearty local dinner. Prothalamium rings true.

It’s phenomenal that more than 24 walkers are two times as many as runners because the air fills with the floundering catkins and dust. Blow Harder handles the Hash Cash. RA HO gives a congested blessing for the trail and 3 hares. When starting to open check, Not Tonight edges in alongside of green belt. Red Snatcher, Molotov Cock, Crash Test Dummy, KiddiePoo, No Shit Sherlock, etc alternately take the lead along with the circuitous canal bank, foot bridge and laneway. Super Squirter as Hash Flash clicks photos for the postured hashers like HO, Breakfast Included, Cruise Line Her and Principal Penetration. Duh Spot plows his way. As the runners is about to run through the University of International Business and Economics. The entrance guard bars the road. The hare Cock Chain approaches to explain to him, it can’t work, though. Another hare Minaj A Trois losing her voice has to marshal the runners to circumambulate it to move forward. Once arriving at the first beer stop next to the street, Ass Tonguer, LITR and Ponyo as latecumers stand there. The runners play hopscotch to await a big group of walkers guided by the walking hare CMO. A local young man still dogs the steps of hashers and asks how he can join the hashing. Enjoy Sakai from Tokyo H3 visits BJH3. Consigning the break to oblivion and going onward via streets, treelawn, residential zone till reaching the second beer stop close to a trash house. More Men relates her duty on call with functional stuff. Just Brie shops snack to share with the hashers. The walkers also include Karate, John The Baptist, Shaven Not Stirred, Just Scott and so forth. CTD snaps a Hash family picture in the communion of hashers. The hashers set out at the tail of flying dust from the trash house. And like the clappers, looping back to the restaurant.

On On…

Pickle Boy
Beijing. Monday,
May 07, 2018