The gleeful hashers turned up to a lovely windy Lamberts Lookout. Much looking out to sea and such waffle ensued before OnOn was called and down the hill we went. A small moment of uncertainty followed before marks were spotted on the road. A Delicious-looking S-C-B propped herself on a bench to await our return. Pink tape aplenty, the spirited hashers headed off most confidently. A few more S-C-B’s peeled off as the run was set waaaaaaay too close to the pub. The rest of the happy hashers continued on. Up hill and down dale ( friggin’ sandy as shit sand dunes and slap in the face shrubbery) the merry hashers continued on……. Until they didn’t!! Where had all the pink bits gone???? was the general cry. In a scene that could easily start many a B-Grade horror flick, the jubilant hashers separated to investigate in at least 9 different directions. After what the monk deemed to be an acceptable amount of bush-bashing ( we were literally bashing the bush at this stage! Somewhere out there, there were drinks to be had ) he and the hash horn headed on back. What self-respecting leader and his trusty horn honker abandon their fellow hashers in the middle of the bush. If this were a horror flick, they would be the first to go, and in a most grisly fashion. Luckily it wasn’t and they found themselves comfortably back at the pub with round 2 of the S-C-B’s.
The rest of the joyous hashers continued on their way. Hottie finally took a gaggle of girls in tow, and Baagoose….and Nicka…..and Shocka (as I said..gaggle of girls) and found an escape route back to the Hash Piss. The 3 remaining exuberant hashers finally found their way to the elusive half-way piss stop at Mr & Mrs Snots’. Yay!
All back at the top of the look-out (nearly) and hash piss was on! Eventually after much crying and nashing of teeth from Zorro and Delish, the hash piss and its followers headed back down the hill and Hash Nosh was enjoyed by all.
Circle called, and Lo and Behold……(insert singing of angelic choir here )…. the Hash Dildo of Destiny was returned (very worn looking, I might add Mango) and presented to Delicious for her birthday. Note that it wasn’t given to the monk for his birthday, as he probably could no longer afford the batteries. Down downs went to Snot for leaving us lost in the scrub, but we were informed that the local ranger had collected the pink bits for his own enjoyment.. More down downs for …someone and jokes were told by ……someone else and circle was closed. All in all, another great night.
On On
Cummalott
