Run No #2032

Run Date: 12th August 2019
Hare: Flaps 
Venue: 17 Jarrah Street Andergrove
Hashers: 22

 

The usual rabble of dogs and geriatric hashers assembled at the residence of Flapps in anticipation of another adventurous walk through the burbs. The evening was cold, and Flapps had the fire under way. Out the front we went for instructions, and off we went. 

 I wont bore you with the actual streets we went down, but the run was set with a high tech marker and very well at that. The false trails worked well catching most, till we found our way to a drink stop outside Beaconsfield school. A refreshing refreshment trickled past our tonsils, then off we went to finish the trail. 

Things got confusing just a short way down the road as trail ran out, and if it wasn’t for Corgy, we would still be out there. Seems some juveniles rubbed out an on back!!!

Back home the drink wagon was prized open, and refreshments were consumed while sampling various exotic nibbles provided by the hare, Flapps.

The circle was started by the honourable and holy Tarzan, with a drink  and song to the hare for setting a shitty trail. (Bit harsh I thought Tar Boy…) 

Immediately the Hare was charged for supplying a piss stop…..with no piss in it. Way to socially correct for Hash. 

The GM, Streaker climbed up on her pulpit, and addressed the gathered congregation. 

Points of interest in the address were:

 (1) Every Hasher has the duty to set 2 runs a year if you are a no friends Nigel and single, or 3 runs a year if you are a couple. 

 (2) Way too much piss is being drunk at Hash, so the refreshment wagon is to remain locked till the majority of Hashers have returned after the walk/run. (Seems 22 people drank 220 drinks at a previous run. That’s 10 drinks per person in a two hour period….great effort I reckon, considering some don’t drink….)

The said GM was then presented with a hat for 600 runs, and given a drink to celebrate the milestone. You may get this hat at a good price caus Streaker hates hats!

Returning Hasher, Septic received a welcome back drink and it was great to see him again since his last visit. We are lucky to have his company, as he told me that he had a go at being dead since his last visit. Can’t keep a good man down.

Teflon was hauled out of the circle for a birthday song and drink which turned out to be nearly as long as the Brandy Bottle golf game. Teflon and photographer McFanny farted around so long taking photos of the memorable occasion, that McF was given a down down as well.

Blurry explained how crocks won’t eat your hole before the song was sung and the circle ended.

Flaps, in the fashion we have become accustom to, provided an exotic nosh including desert washed down by more refreshments.

The piss truck left, so having no other reason to remain in front of the fire, we all went home.

If there is anything I have missed……..put it down to Alzheimer’s.

NEXT weeks run is from Grendon Park at Salonika Beach set by the Blurrrr. No fire, no desert and very modest nosh will be the go, however the scenery will be excellent. Don’t forget the club song has to be modified to suit the venue, with the words changed to….From the sands of the SOUTHERN beaches…..

Till then, ON ON from the Blurrrrrr.