Run Date: 28th November
Run No #1885
Hare: Oui Oui, Champion or Knicka Licka (take your pick)
Venue: 60 Wattle Streeet Andergrove
Hashers: 29
29 hashers gathered at wee wee’s place in Andergrove for a pyromaniacs dream and in memory of Roots a great pyro and piano burner.
All gathered out the front and we were thrown in to total confusion as to actually who set the run.
Was it wee wee and champion or was it knicker licker the hash piss, wee wee insisted it was him however champion said it was knicker licker so I tend to believe her.
So it was on on everyone broke in to a brisk walk, except for hot rocks who spotted a cute bottom run past him and then found a new lease of life and proceeded to chase it down the road unfortunately the bottom was a bit too fast so he fast and was left languishing behind thinking of what might have been death with a smile on his face. It was then on through the bush through more streets and everyone finally made it back safely.
Knicker was fined several times because he love Tun beer so much, I am sure he deliberately set the run so he could drink more of this beautiful beverage the nectar of the gods.
Many jokes were told (mostly by the monk).
Then nosh was consumed with great gusto a truly great feast supplied by Champion.
Then the entertainment began, with a fire over the creek set up by wee wee so everyone knew what was going to happen and it did. The pile of wood was so high Sire Edmond Hillary was have had trouble scaling it. With plenty of diesel to send it on its way, the fire began. Everyone sat about 20 metres away then 30 then 40 and then 50 finally everyone watched from the front bar of the Andergrove Tavern just to get away from the heat.
Of course the fire then began to get out of control so some intrepid hasher swam across the creek with a hose to help contain the huge blaze. Some say it was Bar Wench unfortunately I didn’t get to see that I was too busy hiding under my car in case the fire brigade police and ambulance turned up.
There were embers flying everywhere I think Andergrove can think itself luck it didn’t burn to the ground.
With the fun over everyone headed of home smelling of burnt wood and burn hair ( except for Pensioner and Flaps) and smelling of smoke.
On on until the next run at 17 Jarrah Street, should be a nice short one.
Flaps
