Stuttgart H3 - Red Dress Run

It was a day in praise of the boobies, the tatas, melons, titties, jugs, bosoms, casabas, bazooms, knockers, bubbies, gazongas, headlamps, sweater stretchers, and a few other terms that should maybe remain nameless . . . and since this can affect men as well . . . MOOBS.

We gathered in Marienplatz for a nip of strawberry margarites to get warmed up, but once a quorum was achieved, and the proper time reached . . . we were off in search of donations, for our cause of praise. Passing out pink ribbons, pamphlets, and even instructions on how to properly massage them, many people on the streets were more than happy to join us in praise. The “cans” filled up, and we collected a fair bit of change as well.

The hares managed to drag us around town for a bit over 8 kms, but it was well worth it for this great cause. Great job by the 30 or so hashers that turned up. Unfortunately, while I saw a lot of rubbing and flicking of nipples going on . . . I did not see one single boobie all evening. <insert sad face emoji here>

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