Run Date: 30th November
Run No #1832
Hares: Streaker
Venue: 5/3 Hunter St West Mackay
Hashers: 21
Normally at this point of the Run Report I would tell everyone how many intrepid runner/walkers had turned up for the evening’s “run.” But bugger that, because that would not be describing the real picture. As per usual the majority of hashers at the starting line were visitors, virgins, and the stalwarts of club Corgy & Daffodil and the north of the river hashers (bright, shiny, brilliant, dazzling). Streakier, to her credit fronted up as well, but that was only because she had no bloody idea what that barstard Hot rocks had done to the trail. The south of the river contingent (dark, gloomy, 50 shades of grey) decided to skulk, hide, laze in the bowls club until the real hashers had charged off into wild blue yonder .
“Wild blue yonder” what a bloody great under statement that turned out to be. We should have been warned when Streaker tried to rustle us to an early (on time) start, but she cleverly hid that by actually coming on the run as well. It all started well enough with clever false trails and meandering around streets never too far from hash booze, but then it all went to shit. The penny dropped when we set off along the Bruce Highway, some idiot thought it was Nebo Rd, and ran across Rocky’s Bunnings Fuck cried all, including Streaker, followed by many very inventive ways to change Hot rocks sexuality . As we trudged back to the far far distant hash booze, and in the girls case, toilet, some really fantastic and frightening cosmetic surgery was discussed for hotty. I am sure that some of the body rearrangements discussed are not possible.
Run Time 1800 to 1945 ( 6.00 To 7.45 ) Foreverrr no piss stop
The first 30min upon our return was religiously devoted to toilet, and rapid alcohol consumption to deaden muscle pain of legs and tongue and relieve over worked brain cells after inventing radical new and painful medical procedures. All in all this was rather a quiet period devoted to frequent outbursts of ” Fuck you Hotty “.
Finally the circle was called and with great anticipation we waited for the wrath of the Monk to descend RAPIDLY upon Hotty . First Streaker as the venue hare and then Hotty for the trail hare bugger me dead ! a cold tun beer as a down down ? no warm tun beer filtered through the kidneys ? That’s all ? Oh well we are a forgiving lot in hash. The circle continued with down downs for, Paul virgin runner Tug returning runner Kennel and MD visiting runners Kennel piss poor jokes Smegma losing his bike and others who I can’t remember because I was talking. After more jokes and confusion, song sung, circle closed.
Nosh of burgers with salad and a very nice mango chutney. Thanks Streaker. More talk and drinks. last drinks called and departure at 10.30 all in all great night.
On on Nicka licka
