Hash Trash #1808: Escape from the Walkie-Talkies
Hares: Beandad, I'm On A Goat, The Long One
Box: In front of Wanker's house
On-Home: Beach near Jeff's Pirate's Cove
I guess we needed a testosterone break between the Mankini Run and the Bro Run, which are apparently fighting for dominance of the Strapping Young Men demographic. (And really, who wouldn't want to dominate strapping young men? Amirite ladies?) Anyway, our trusty, rusty, aged hares stepped in to prevent the young bucks from loading up on too much testosterone.
The run started off strong when I'm On A Goat ran off setting marks, only to run right back through the box to get to her pickup truck. Cue Benny Hill music. Unlike Beandad, I'm On A Goat was not given a special chariot-riding dispensation on her 90th birthday, so the hounds swarmed her truck like a bunch of fast-moving zombies. But as we surrounded the terrified Canadian, we realized that (a) none of us are desperate enough to break a car window for shorts, and (b) none of us have any patience. So the hare snare dissolved as quickly as it had formed.
The run itself was pretty boring, except that I was still recovering from my battle wounds *cough* thanks Falsetbro *cough* and was forced to join the walkie-talkie crowd, which was actually really nice. I'd forgotten how much I like talking hahahahahahahahahaha no that's a lie of course I didn't forget that. Also apparently Tyrant was having the worst day of his life. First he cut up his head trying to catch a hare [insert hare/hair pun here]. Then he fell into a