We drink, we run, and we know things. Oh, and occasionally we shout: On On!
We're the hashers, meet the hashers, we're the biggest drunks in history.
From the town of (insert your town), we're the leaders in debauchery.
Halfminds, trailing shiggy through the years.
Watch us as we down a lot of beers.
Down, down, drink it down, ...
(WIIIILLLLMMMMAAAAA!!!)
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Sounds like fun to me1
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It’s the best fun (with the best people) I know of.
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You expressed your disdain for Parkrun. I think it’s more my Cuppa Tea than Hashers. Maybe I’m gettig old.
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Not disdain, that’s wrong. It’s just that park runners seem (at least the faster ones) competitive. Competitive running is “punished” at the Hash, that usually means you’re called into the centre, you have to hold up your cup and after the others sing a song and maybe somebody makes a joke about your eagerness in running you have to empty your cup. If it’s too full and you don’t want to drink the whole thing you can chuck it over your head behind you. Since everybody knows that you just don’t stand directly behind the hasher in question. It’s fun. (PS:Originally, it had to be beer, nowadays we drink wine and cider as well. And quite a few hashers drink water. Everyone to their own taste.
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It sounds a great and friendly group. But in fact, any group which exists to run emphatically has not got my name on it.
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We have our share of a… holes (I think the current estimate is between 10 and 15% in any given group of humans). But on average I like the people I meet this way.
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