The Beginning
Approx 1 runner turned up for this run accompanied by 10 walkers 10 shortcutting bastards and 6 drinkers…I think that about sums up the state of the congregation.
After a bit of whingeing about the placement of the Hash piss esky someone decided (Who Hasn’t Paid), that the esky was too heavy to lift, so in the ute it stayed. Much deliberation followed and eventually Streaker set the rabble off into the night in a westerly direction (Surprized the crap outta me) 50 runs set from Streakers abode and all but 1 went in this direction.
Excitement was intense as the uneven bitumen took twists and turns and ……wait for it…. We came upon a river, not any river, but one with a short bridge finishing in the middle of the water. Why not go left was the call …no go there is no bitumen or concrete, right we turned up the new river walk. I hear you say incredible 30 outta 50 runs went this way I wonder where it finishes was the comment we never heard from anyone!! I was more like “Faaaaarrrrrrrrking hell, it’s a long way from here to Canelands”..…”I hope we walk up the 6 floors of the carpark to find an on back like last time” was the murmur.
Now here is the twist… aforementioned shortcutting bastards said “##**#@ that” and went either straight back to the Piss or played the same silly game till the Ron Camm bridge and then went back. The other 10 lemmings (those with dementia) dutifully followed the little white marks and eventually came home.
THE MIDDLE
CIRCLE
The hare got 3 down downs basically for imagination, no not for setting the run but for trying to steal the monks stubby—twice. The other was for the run. Streaker, whose run it really was supposed to be, had a drink for some other obscure reason which, for the moment, escapes me. ( I have left this space intentionally for you to use your imagination. I know the space is small but I know the intellectual capacity of you lot and I probably have left too much I know, but please try hard to fill in)
Hash Acts were discussed, a few jokes were told but these were first told when Noah wore short pants. One or two were actually funny. Then as quickly as the circle started it finished.
The Nosh was the best rissoles I think I have ever eaten and all the food was quickly demolished. I can’t understand, with good Aussie tucker like that, why Streaker is still single. I now call upon the single men (and women) to investigate further and forward a detailed and intimate report.
THE END…
It looked like rain so I packed up my marbles and went home.
On On
Snot
