Run Date: 31st Jan 2022
Run No: 2154
Hares: Hooker
Venue: Hooker’s Joint
Hashers:18
HashTrash 2154, Hooker’s Joint
A tidy group of 18 wandered into Hooker’s back yard, to find her head down arse up trying to convince 2 chooks to get into their cage before the two resident HashDogs Donnie and Penny ripped the little fockers to shreds. After milling about and general banter the hare called the group together, where we discovered JCF seemed to know all about the trail…. In fact, it almost sounded like he himself had set the run. Anyway, off we trekked, around the corner and into the North Point retail district, where we furtively peeked into every bloody shop, before sliding down into a very wet open drain system, which led us northwards, only to be viciously accosted by a flock of morbidly obese ducks. Quaking (or quacking) with fear, we bravely continued on, only to find SCB JCF pointing to a trail leading the wrong way …. Nope…on left leads to the beer, so on left it was.
Back at the chicken ranch stand-in HashCash set up shop, and collected money and beer, until eventually the Monk called the circle to order. Down down for the hare Hooker, but amazingly JCF also sidled in for a downie…. Hmmm…. It’s becoming clear just who the bloody hare was. Hooker also had an extra downie or two, but I can’t recall why. No matter. The Monk launched into one of his ancient history quizzes, part of which appeared to be lost, so, on to the charges. Teflon was enjoying her final night before farking off to Brisvegas, so McFanny decided to embarrass her with a long monologue about a cruise ship, which involved Teflon dropping a world champion fart, without missing a beat on the way to the tucker stand. Well done. We welcomed back Prick, after his Xmas holiday down south, which included having bits of him surgically removed. Then we welcomed 2 newbies, Thomas and Joy, who gave us a detailed account in 3 seconds of their lives thus far. A call for stories/jokes saw me present my own quiz, involving politicians, before welcoming back my old friends Flavio & Giovanni.
Tounger then told a joke which fell flat on it’s face, as no one got it.
Then it was time to farewell Teflon in song…. Fark off, fark off, fark off etc, before closing with the club song.
Tucker time! Hooker dragged out two old tubs of rice and curried sausages. Very nice indeed, however Piccolo decided it needed pepper, and proceeded to tip half a bottle of peppercorns all over her plate. And then she ate it! Methinks many farts coming….
Then we sat about drinkin beer and talkin rubbish, which included a story about Zorro, some policemans, and a licence growing wings and flapping off. Zorro, however, wasn’t there to confirm or deny, something about undergoing open heart surgery that morning. Some people do anything to avoid questions! (Get well soon y’ole fart)
There may or may not have been some other shit happening, but me can’t remembers.
Enough dribble, off we went into the night.
See ya next week at Bucasia Botanical Gardens aka Tonto & Lassie’s.
Pensioner.
