Like I said in the last write-up, this will be short (like the run) and sweet (unlike the run). Bondo was a holiday hare, as both he and Basket seem to be, year after year. This allows the RIH3 to ensure that no visitors in their right mind will ever return for a holiday run with us. I guess the 'right mind' clause doesn't apply to Holy Ozone or Pigf*cker! It was downright embarrassing to see all these visitors. We knew what was in store for them, and cringed. While waiting for the Half Mein express, the beer was flowing plentifully. This was the only saving grace.

OK. The "trail". There were only two questions in our minds. 1) Clockwise or counterclockwise. And, 2) Beer check in the garage or on trail. The answers: Counterclockwise, and on "trail" (albeit one block away in Jovi Juice's parking lot). What more needs to be said? A street loop through Woonsocket, less than a mile total. Pigf*cker and Concrete tried to make it interesting by bushwhacking along the river in Cold Spring Park, but this did them no good. The beer was adjacent to the park as mentioned above. It was very hard to get even the smallest rise in the rhubarb.

Circle was held in the unfinished first floor. Ratings for the run? I will not belabor the obvious. Total:  -69 to the 69^th power! Hashit to Basket, for the crime of having known the hare the longest. A naming(?) for Just Sean: to cap the general lameness of the event, the hare was smelling his own meat pies, and couldn't wait. The rest were starting to get drunk (Several beers and NO running will have that effect!). So Just Sean became: "Let's F*cken Eat!" Pathetic. But the food was good, the beer was OK, and most of us urinated in Bondo's private stock of beer in the basement for revenge. What a way to start a year!

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