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HEY, YA WANKER!
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ON ON!!
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Welcome to (yet another) site lauding the virtue (wafer-thin, though it may be...) of the world famous KISS MY HASH HOUSE HARRIERS, of San Antonio, Texas.
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Sure, it's kind of barren around here...but so what?
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Yeah, I've got a lot of work to do to get this site up and running...but I have to maintain a careful balance of working out, running, and drinking beer. That means progress may not come as often as, say, Haley's Comet or a blue moon. But hey, MANANA!...it's a friggin' attitude, not the day before the day after tomorrow.. I'LL GET TO IT MANANA...
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About this
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Ever hear of the Hash House Harriers? Drinkers with a running problem...yada yada yada? Well, that's kind of where the journey from semi-respectable midwesterner to "Stud Seeker" begins. Long story wayyy shortened, the Kiss My Hash House Harriers have various awards they bestow on their membership at the end of each run, one of which is called "The Hash Stud". This title (and a rather longish two-by-four piece of lumber to remind the bearer they've been thusly named) is given to the hasher who has performed the most studly feat during that particular hash. On my very first hash (my virgin hash) I made the mistake of assisting one of my friends up a rather steep incline, and was awarded the "stud" for that particular act of gallantry. When it came time for my "naming ceremony", that singularly distinctive act--plus some gratuitous commentary on my girlish figure--led the collective whole to believe I'd be attempting to win this award often and, viola, the name "Stud Seeker" was born.
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