Twenty or so hashers hidden away at the back of Prick’s place waiting for the hash piss to arrive, before they would even contemplate venturing out for a walk. A little confusion over the blue SS Ute returning as the Hash Piss Chariot, but once it was confirmed that the hash piss was indeed in the back, all was good.
Prick gave the instructions: – marked in flour, mainly on the right, don’t get run over as you have to cross Malcomsen Street and Evans Avenue 4 times, and there is a piss stop. On on you go directly towards the North Mackay Bowls Club, this may have been a dangerous move for some……
Away we went, of course as I was a short cutting bastard along with Raddish, I can’t advise on the run/walk, except to say that the rumoured Piss Stop at Zorro’s must have been a failed magic wand moment for the Hare, as there was no piss to be found there or anywhere else! As memory serves Gary gave the run report, and it sounded like he enjoyed it at least.
No Hash Cash Streaker, so Golden Showers filled in with Mango’s assistance. Smegma was heard calling out for it to be free, which fell on deaf ears. Bloody shit stirrer!
Due to our Welsh Monk Pea Beau being absent to finally become an Australian citizen, our fill in Monk Hot Rocks called the circle assisted by our Hash Horn Golly. Down Downs for the Hare, and Virgin Runner Alex, jokes aplenty by Pensioner, Quickie, Tonguer to name a few. Charges to Zorro for cross dressing at Cutlery Hash’s Red Dress Run on the weekend; they did however raise $2100 for the Royal Flying Doctor Service in just 3 hours, pub crawling down the main streets of Yeppoon.
Prick tells me Mackay haven’t done a Red Dress Run since possibly 2001, maybe it is time to organise a Red Dress Run for a worthwhile charity? Any excuse for a piss up really……
Cummalot reintroduced her BOB (Battery Operated Boyfriend) to the circle from the previous week, saying it had done a fantastic job and a big thank you to Baagoose. But she was now completely satisfied and no longer in desperate need??? It now has its own little cover, and has been adorned with glitter and sparkles and named the “Hash Dildo of Destiny” Hot Rocks has been made the custodian for this week. I think it is meant to be handed out weekly for either someone in need of a penis or perhaps to whoever deserves to be the dick off the week?
A Hashy Birthday to Raggedy Ann who they say will never look a day over 29, and a farewell to Blurry who is back to Peterborough on Friday for the next five months. Executive lunch will be held at Yummy Food at 39 Wood Street at 12:29pm, for all you lucky retirees, invalids and bludgers alike. Shirt orders are still being taken by Teflon for the Happy Hippie Hash Tees.
Next week’s run is the AGPU at the Mackay Bowls Club, Nebo Road and we were reminded by the Hash Piss/Trail Master that all 13 positions will be available if you are interested. Strange, I only count 11, so maybe there are a couple of new positions up for grabs?
Hash nosh was sausages in 3 day old white bread, but at least they were barbecued and not par-boiled as is the norm for Prick. No butter and no salt anywhere, so must have used up the weekly food stamp allowance on these commodities, and put them in the hot spuds he served earlier!
More bullshit and banter followed about everything and anything, then last drinks were called and we all pissed off.
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