Run Date: 29th May, 2017
Run No #1912
Hare: Jenny Craig’s Fucked
Venue: Campbell Street, Slade Point
Hashers: 14
14 lethargic hashers meandered into the starting point in Campbell St, peering tentatively around wondering where the bloody hell is this all going to end up, then dancing around to the intricate steps of the latest hash dance “the Mosquito slap.”
Calm was somewhat restored when they noticed that hash piss had already arrived, early as usual, but quickly turned to panic when the Hare proceeded to explain his life threatening efforts to set the trail through waist deep, duck infested water, which looked like the perfect crocodile habitat. This proved to be complete and utter bullshit once we started on the trail, it soon became obvious that he had tippy toed daintily (that would have made a great movie for face book) around the water and avoided all the muddy patches. The trail was however well marked to everyone but Viagra, who blindly led the pack down a non-existent trail deeper into the scrub. Eventually Tarzan who was closest to him panicked, decided he wasn’t going alone into thick scrub with Viagra and scurried back to the rest of us lemmings, who promptly about faced and beat a hasty retreat to the safety of the real trail.
From then on it was a piece of piss, all we had to do was follow the trail and the barking dogs till we arrived at the end of Magpie St, followed this down to Slade point Rd which we followed back to the starting track, then on home to the hash piss.
Back at the eskeys, the usual swill and bullshit secessions occurred until JCF produced a big pot of potatoes with lashings of butter and garlic. Finally after watching the group pathetically try to devour the taties, I had to show them how it was done. Some tried to follow my example but it is obvious they need more tuition.
Finally WHP called the circle, so that we could give down downs to the hare for telling almost a big a “tale” about setting the run, as the trail was long. Viagra for trying to give the monk a fine. Viagra again for creating his own trail. Zorro for building a fence where the monk wanted to set a trail. Zorro again for liking VB. Me (Piccolo) for trying to educate hashers in the art of eating tatoes. (Totally unfair) and finally Zorro again because there was one VB left. Song was sung and circle was closed.
Hash nosh of sausages, fried onions, and a good selection of bread and sauces was provided. Despite many pleas from uneducated? hashers for me to instruct them in the fine art of eating sausages, I declined. I did however show them how not to waist the butter and garlic left over from the potatoes.
On on
Piccolo
