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O2H3 #2275
March 15 @ 3:00 PM
Hash Cash: $7
O2H3 #: 2275
Title: The Pint Pursuit
Date: Saturday, March 15 2025
Hare(s): Blood Spit & Rears, Grandpa Has My Dickpics, TWO MEN IN ME
Trail length (miles): 3.5
Meet: 03:00 PM
Kitcar Away: 03:45 PM
Hare Away: 04:10 PM
Shiggy Meter: 3.69(10^9)
Trail Info: Beer/Shot Stop, Dog Friendly
Location Name: FFVA Mutual Insurance Co. (Parking garage)
Address: 800 Trafalgar Ct # 200, Maitland, FL 32751
Under the parking garage thing
O2H3 #: 2275
Title: The Pint Pursuit
Date: Saturday, March 15 2025
Hare(s): Blood Spit & Rears, Grandpa Has My Dickpics, TWO MEN IN ME
Trail length (miles): 3.5
Meet: 03:00 PM
Kitcar Away: 03:45 PM
Hare Away: 04:10 PM
Shiggy Meter: 3.69(10^9)
Trail Info: Beer/Shot Stop, Dog Friendly
Location Name: FFVA Mutual Insurance Co. (Parking garage)
Address: 800 Trafalgar Ct # 200, Maitland, FL 32751
Under the parking garage thing
Google Map Link: https://maps.app.goo.gl/U2U224Seh5ADN4tQ8
Hare Notes: As the sun dips and the thirst rises, it’s time for The Pint Pursuit—a mad dash fueled by desperation, questionable decision-making, and the insatiable need to wrap your lips around something cold, foamy, and deeply satisfying. You and your degenerate crew burst out the door like a pack of overgrown leprechauns on a mission, dodging traffic, ignoring responsibilities, and praying the gold can still be found. Time is of the essence—every second wasted is a pint not pounding down your throat and coin not brought back to end of the rainbow. Sweat beads, wallets fly, and the only thing tighter than your grip on that case of beer is the leprechaun’s patience when you stumble back without his gold. Cheers to bad choices and even better nights—Sláinte, ya filthy animals!
Hare Notes: As the sun dips and the thirst rises, it’s time for The Pint Pursuit—a mad dash fueled by desperation, questionable decision-making, and the insatiable need to wrap your lips around something cold, foamy, and deeply satisfying. You and your degenerate crew burst out the door like a pack of overgrown leprechauns on a mission, dodging traffic, ignoring responsibilities, and praying the gold can still be found. Time is of the essence—every second wasted is a pint not pounding down your throat and coin not brought back to end of the rainbow. Sweat beads, wallets fly, and the only thing tighter than your grip on that case of beer is the leprechaun’s patience when you stumble back without his gold. Cheers to bad choices and even better nights—Sláinte, ya filthy animals!