Run Date: 17th October 2016
Run No #1878
Hare: Lassie & Tonto
Venue: 23 St Bees Avenue, Bucasia
Hashers: 34
34 intrepid hashers turned up, well, one visitor was late, at Lassie & Tonto’s Bucasia abode, only to find it resembling a mini caravanpark, with Bundy vistors WhiteAnt & Stumps ensconced in the backyard, along with L&T’s own van. Lassie called the troops to attention, and prattled off some instructions, but no-one was listening, so the pack ambled off in a westerly direction. Tonto covered the rear, and eventually we crossed Bucasia Rd and found a trail leading off through a pineapple plantation surrounded by sugarcane. Very Queenslanderish! We roamed along through country we hadn’t seen before, past a croc-infested billabong and over a creek leading to a dirt road, at the end of which we found…… a piss stop! Apparently (according to OuiOui, who’s been known to bend the truth) the piss stop was supplied by Mackay Full Moon Hash. Dunno about that, but it tasted good anyway. On back through some backstreets, and we found ourselves back at the ranch. A great run/walk, enjoyed by all.
Lassie produced some dip and some nachos which quickly disappeared whilst hashcash was collected, and bullshit dissected.
Stand-in Monkee Golly called the circle to order, and The Monk began deliberations. It soon became apparent that Smegma and Pants had entered a competition to see who could be the loudest interrupter. A down-down for the 2 hares, followed by birthday drinks for both Mango and RaggedyAnne. The Monk fired off a few jokes which prompted TwoMoons,… (the visitor who’d turned up late, headed off on his own and got lost….. so we thought. In fact he went to a mate’s place, had a beer or three, and returned dragging along said mate Ross, complete with dog, and introduced him to hashing)… to launch into a very very long and tiresome joke about something no one was listening to. A down-down was promptly despatched, along with down-downs for visitors Stumps, WhiteAnt, Lingus, and newby Ross. Snot was charged with calling BloJo by her real name, which he tried to reverse but was over-ruled by The Monk and had a drink anyway. More jokes were told, and more charges, but I can’t remember them all……oh yes, we had a farewell drink for Blurry’s knee, which will be removed on Wednesday amid much pain, and replaced with a new improved version.
The Monk then reported on last Tuesday’s 12.29 Executive Lunch, held at Norths Leagues Club. After feeding the 13 of us, later that afternoon the club closed it’s doors and ceased trading. This decision was no doubt exacerbated by Lassie winning a $120 keno payout, which was, I’m led to believe, the straw that broke the camel’s back. Lassie received a down-down for her efforts.
The song was sung with much gusto, but right in the middle of it….. the power went out! The song then wobbled right off the rails, and the circle closed.
In the midst of darkness, torches were produced, the hashpissmobile was repositioned with lights on, and our 2 hares served up a delicious BBQ of burgers n sausages. It was around this time that I had to reluctantly agree with Smeg that The Brightside has become The Darkside, albeit on a temporary basis. More beers was drunk, and bullshit talked, and we wondered off into the dark dark night.
The away run is this weekend, the TGIF drinks will be held at Camerons Pocket. BYO piss. See ya there!
Pensioner
The Monk
