Run Date: 15th August 2016
Run No #1869
Hare: Snot
Venue: Boat Ramp, end of Tern Street, Slade Point
Hashers: 24
Well about twenty Odd hashers (and I mean Odd) turned up in cyclonic conditions for a Snot/Smegma debacle. At the run site, Snot had (3) pigs on fire (he must have something against the police).
Around 6pm we were all called to order that the run was set and there was no mud (1st Fib). So on we went, straight into the close by swamp, through mangroves, water, MUD, grasses, trees and finally out of the swamp onto Slade Pt Road. Down the road until we turned left and back into the swamp again. Cross a small waterway and then onto the on on, where drinky’s were attacked with gusto and the bullshit started.
Snot bought out hot spuds (tasted better than the nosh), circle was called and down downs given to the hare and to others even if they were duped, all because they could not get rid of the Tun. (I suggest if this happens again, just get the monk and monkee to drink it themselves, piss poor planning). Hash song was sung and circle closed, nosh was called (called what the fuck!) After a very small serving of cold chips, small plastic bags containing, (1) raw snag, (1) raw rissole, (2) pieces of white bread and a couple of marshmallows were presented, to be cooked by oneself on the hot pigs. Well, as I like the police I did not want to upset them, so myself and others decided to enjoy some home cooked nosh and I bade goodnight. (Something I forget to mention about the circle, that, on the run there was plenty of toilet paper set as trail, but no Cummalott to be able to take advantage of it for her wee stops).
On On
Screw
