14 brave Hashers thumbed their noses at the weather and fronted up to see what Viagra could muster up. Actually, we had about 13 drops of rain throughout the night so the thumbing of the noses was re-directed towards the sissies who stayed home cause it wuz too wet!
Viagra sent us off following yellow chalk……. timber chalk at that!…… which we immediately ignored and sailed past a check. Luckily the hare got us back on track for an amble around Bucasia and down through the trailer trash to the beach. Corgi decided to live up to her name and raced off in the opposite direction, last seen barking at the waves. The intrepid pack kept on along the beach, but seemed to thin as we passed the piss…. leaving just 4 to continue on to fuck knows where…… whilst us SCBs enjoyed our first coldies.
Eventually we got together again and talked the usual shit, including tales of wonder from Adelaide from Zorro and Delicious. After HashCash demanded payment, the circle was called. With such a small turnout, it was left to me to entertain the troops with some filthy yarns that I found earlier in the day on Mango’s computer. Zorro helped out with a joke, but I’ve forgotten it. Down downs for the hare and his helper Handbrake. And one for new/return runner Peter. 12.29 Executive Lunch was set for Dolphin Heads Resort, courtesy of Flaps. Daffodil led the Hash Song and the circle closed. We settled into the beer, until Viagra produced a very tasty sausage and veg curry with rice, masterly cooked, I’m told, by Handbrake. We knew it was delicious, because Delicious told us so. More drinkies, more talking shit, and eventually the exodus began. A quieter night than usual, but still a great time was had.
Next day…. Dolphin Heads….5 of us said we’d be there, but bugger me, 14 turned up, including Radish, Paw Paw and Dragon Lady….. (no Smeg, he had to……haha….snicker snicker….. work!) and regaled us with tales of Vietnam/Cambodia/Thailand.
See y’all next week at Pea Beau’s
OnOn, Pensioner.
