Run Date: 27th June 2016
Run No #1862
Hare: Pensch & Mango
Venue: 12 Douglas Crescent Rural View
Hashers: 21
What the Hell is going on with the weather ? It’s bad enough that the daylight pisses off early because it is cooling down, but now the rain and clouds keep hanging around so that its darker even earlier. We bloody near need torchers just to find the venue. All right you smartarses I know that is what head lights are for, but saying that only opens the door for the super smartarses to point out that in cold weather there are two types of headlights.
Well onto the run, a bunch of intrepid, hung-over Hashers meandered into the Pensioners abode. Because of Alzheimer’s I have no idea how many (see above) to hear a bunch of excuses and half baked instructions about the run, ending with piss off out the front and I will tell you there. Now the tone of the run became clear.
Instructions :- The trail is either “left” or “right” the rain has washed out the marks. Just go and look and the ones I want to piss off the most I will call them back from a false trail. So the run set off, following non existing marks and the Monk taking revenge for past “SLIGHT” misdemeanours committed by unknowing innocent hashers, by being tricked into taking nonexistent false trails.
Ah! I hear from the soft cocks and lazy pricks who didn’t turn up, you should have stuck with the hare. Well he had that covered too, because for the next 3/4 of an hour he pointed out, at least 12,653.5 times where his nonexistent trail had been set.
This misuse of papal power only encouraged mutiny by the downtrodden innocents, so at every dark corner people slipped away to the pub or back “home”. I might point out at this point that the biggest defection (all women) was lead by Mango. But to be fair you can understand why she needs to have small victories like this “she has to live with the tyrant”.
Now I know you think that I was a dickhead for going the full distance, but remember I was Hash Piss that night and the booze was safely locked in my vehicle. That was my revenge on all you SCB’s who didn’t invite me to go with you.
HOME AT LAST, a quick removal of esky’s from the car (by many willing helpers) a few quick ones to wash away the torments of the previous hour, and all is well with the world again. That is until it started to rain again and we all squashed under cover, and the Monk seeing he had a captive audience, struck again and called the circle. Has the man no compassion?
The circle is a bit of a blur, no pun intended Blurry but you did look like shit, the Monk had a down down for being Hare (not Tun I noticed), another for Smega for stealing the hash mugs and being loud as usual, Delicious for casting libellous aspersions at the poor downtrodden stand in hash piss on the bus trip, and I cannot remember who else, but you bloody well deserved it anyway. Some good jokes and some not so good and then a bloody awful rendition of the hash song.
The circle was finally put out of its misery and we all attacked a very nice hash nosh prepared by Mango followed by all sort of sweet things left over from the bus trip. A few more drinks by a subdued bunch of hashers (what did you lot drink lots of piss on Saturday) and then the normal quick exit to wherever hashers go for the rest of the week.
A good evening, good food, great booze so good night
ON ON
Nicka Licka
