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Capgras delusion—-the acquainted people have been replaced by a physically identical impostor, which perplexes Crash Test Dummy’s cognitive experiment with the figures of about 30 vibrant hashers, the part is likely to be a factor of fuggy day, but then again, he did a good job as walking hare, as HeadMistress remarks, the runners and the walkers meet up at second beer stop on the street side, Noah’s Arse and Nut Pirate edge in hashers’s matrix out of nowhere; Urine Trouble has mingled into the walking group to amble around the trail; Shaken Not Stirred chitchats at a leisure pace; the breeze blows in a kind of nice and cool. Somebody start to open check beforehand in search of the sign, getting lost though, they are 6 Kuai Short (shaved his face as fresh as paint), Heart On, Filthy Habit, Pickle Boy and Spermaid. 6KS phoned to the hare to pinpoint a right direction, through a block and another block, the parkway of an enclosed garden filled with lush greenery leads up to an closing trail within easy reach of restaurant.
At first beer stop on roadside, merely runners heave to sit around a round table with gelid beer to repair strength, nobody doesn’t sweat like a pig, such as Just Patrick, Just Allen, Chokes One Out, Just Kate, Bearded Clam as hare, etc. Black Hole springs out of lagging running group; the red spot has been dried out around the lips of Cums On Vacation by sweltering humid air; Hebei Horse Herpes always keeps her a smiling face; Just Julian shows her demure quietness; After kicking off the trail, all runners just saunter till tumbling into a mark for a long while, a sonority of calling On On from FH rallies morale to bug up the runners to jog forward; the footprints of hashers anywhere are left on the alleys and streets. The locals sigh with emotion at the sight of hashers, “it could cause the casualties if running under such a hot day!” in the beginning, the hare, Pussy Nibbles has set out to leak out the word, “exhausted!”; Who’s Red Wienie twiddles his fingers to play a hocus-pocus with a Chinese silver dollar; The Car Seat tugs his traveling case to join the hashers whom are being stuck in ferreting out any clue of a sign in the neighborhood of restaurant. Just Kate from a bit far place exclaims a first mark to pound away at a hashing track.
Karachi appears just for the circle where a small clearing downstair the living apartments and also there, in the hashers’s recollection, was a sockdolager plumped down from upstair for precluding the hashing circle last year. Some hashers glance up with undersense, it’s a broad daylight afresh. The observance is compered by GM, Dazed & Confused (still being limped) and RA, COV by turns; 3 newcomers embrace a welcoming ceremony with souvenir and conventional Hash song; 3 hares are requested to knock back their drinking in the circle by the beatitude of hashers most and end; Chippendale is well-deserved to be garlanded a commode cushion with leopard print for a fastest runner intraday; D&C, CumShot (still being hobbled) and HM step in the circle for cock shame drinking; COU and SNS score their 10th run patch separately; the Car Seat chants a chapter of his professional opera in hashing genre; cheering D&C in the circle with couples of hashers wearing Columbian 3 colors of yellow, blue and red for an Independence Day; Just Cookie renders down her Hash name being known as Cums With Milk after a vehement rap session by spot hashers, for sure, a splash of cold beer over her body on her knee in the circle douches her from hotness to coolness in different dimensions, Hash song and merriment blend together to push the scene a new high; it ends up with a Swing Low precented by COV with the ensemble with body language; over 10 hashers stay for a local cuisine, hoity-toity! Just Sammy comes over for a dinner once again, which seems to has formed her peculiar way to take part in the Hash event; Can CTD crash it via his test dummy to recognize who she is?!
On On…
Pickle Boy
Beijing. Tuesday,
July 22, 2014