Date: 8/08/2016

Location: Molendinar

Hare: Phantom

Hashers: 27

In a week where hashers had the choice of staying home on a Monday night and watching Australia going for Olympic gold in the men’s hairy underarm bowling or the women’s events like the cockless foursome, parallel parking, sorry bars or the mind changing grope n’ snatch from Rio, a good turn up of hashers assembled at the well known GC crime fighter Mr Christopher Walker’s cave of filed cases (aka the Phantom with his pet wolf, well his mutt Devil).The hares’ instructions were –
The run was turn RIGHT and do RIGHT turns
The walk was LEFT and do LEFT turns.

After a quick sprint around Trinity College and Ashmore City, all,bar one, were home. Missing Link almost rolled over on a corner and as he went down ,down, he oversteered and corrected as if nothing had happened.
The meals on wheels delivery service soon had hashers chewing on chicken ,meat balls and spring rolls. Next up a very hot Asian dish and dessert of cake, Tim Tams and yoghurt.

The GM got the al fresco outdoor dining furniture put away and fired up the circle.
The hare got the following feedback – from Bent Banana – a run just right for old bastards, from Weekly – I now my LEFT and from Weekly (as my body is now a temple), – I’m guilty of not having any Tim Tams. Late returner Truck Tyres spoke on both as he had apparently did both.
Visitor Rob, brother of fuller Shit, was up next and was soon joined by returning fisherman Sir Blackie and Poppa Smurf , the unshaven traveller from FNQ, Ferret.
The RA organised an Olympricks medal ceremony which brought a tear to most of the patriotic hashers with Team Australia having a clean sweep of medals on the podium. To a heart rendering rendition of the national anthem , former Team USA athlete Hot Dick, Former Team GB athlete Flasher and then the bronze dead -heaters, the Sirs (Two Dogs and Blackie). IOC representative Poppa Smurf and Chef de Mission Truckie officiated.

Sir PV told all about the travel misadventures of Miscarriage and his Air BnB experience where he is having something like a Golden Gaytime ice cream experience.
Truck Tyres who is known to enjoy his breakfast in a Surfers cafe after a morning ride had a waiter, there’s a fly in my soup moment last week. He called over the lady in charge and advised her -There’s sand in my muffin. She told him that as they used fresh blueberries, there maybe seeds but no GC sand was used in the ingredients. Fellow dinners had a bit of a laugh as they had never heard a bloke complain about sand in his muffin , only Swedish backpackers complaining after getting down and dirty and doing the business in a late night shag on the beach.

AWOL Brutus has not been sighted since getting POW several weeks ago, however Weekly has promised to rescue it for his run next Monday.
As soon as the circle ended, voyeur hashers rushed home to tune into the women’s Olympic crack n’ feel events, boycotting their normal Monday viewing of Aunty’s rent-a-crowd where do we Queue N Hay ? program,in lustful anticipation of their choice of either a vanilla or chocolate dessert in South African nympho Imalika de Analplussi or a former Miss Abuja(of Nigeria) now Spanish flyer Miapussi Sonnfire in the women’s 100 metre gash. Even champion men’s premature ejaculating sprinter Ivva Shotmebolt, had talked up this event by stating that he didn’t know who would come first but that there would probably only be a split of the whiskers between them as they climaxed, probably together, after about the steamiest 10 seconds on the big screen since the Sharon Stone leg-opener scene in Basic Instinct. Well known for his regularly going off early, this rant no doubt got himself a nice little backhander earn from television networks salivating for ratings and corporate sponsor’s dollars.

Josephine, still waiting for Moonbeam’s abdication as circle closer, remembered his lines and closed RPR 9.

FACT CHECK
Headline from the NT News – FURIOUS masturbator slapped with a month’s jail for gross indecency. (Only in the Territory where it now looks like KKK hoods provided by the taxpayer funded NT Govt are renamed and used as spit hoods). They will probably appear in the next Bunnings catalogue . So something additional to buy next time you are at the big red and green shed, for when you need to do that little bit of extra grilling.

While enjoying the sunset over Lameroo Beach and getting well lubricated before the Deckchair Cinema opened, a man with a wrap sheet longer than a member of a practising AA congregation was picked up by police for drinking in a public place, something smart Darwin hashers would never do, that is never get caught.
Prosecutor Yuera Gorner said local identity, Mr Vic “Bitter ” Yulidjirri was so drunk on the Esplanade that he needed to be helped into the paddy wagon, and was taken by police to hospital to sober up.

The incident then happened at the Royal Darwin Hospital. In her evidence,the nurse who witnessed this, stated – He removed his penis from his pants and began masturbating furiously. When she expressed her disgust at this , Mr Yulidjirri BLEW, (What the fuck, there was always a chance of him cuming after exposing himself and taking matters into his own hands, so to speak), 0.295, several hours after he had stopped drinking.
His defence lawyer, Ms Icana Sucyudri said her client had no memory of the incident and was ashamed of his actions. (It’s amazing he could even get it up but for hashers it is worth remembering the linkage between brain and penis is often displayed by the behaviour of pissed hashers at functions who are exposed later as the camera never blinks or lies).

Judge Theodore Hanger said – This has been very HARD ON the nurse whose occupation is tough enough at times without having to put up with that kind of nonsense.

The court heard that Mr Yulidjirri had 25 prior convictions for breaching Alcohol Protection Orders including his last one on Christmas Day last year. ( Most Australians could relate to escaping or receiving one on that day each year).
On the upside, Ms Sucyudri, said it was a good outcome for her client because although his actions had ruined his intended plan to go dry for July, at least while in Berrimah jail, he would not have access to alcohol for at least the month of August. Justice Hanger, while noting the good intentions of the defendant, suggested something more like the whole of NT dry climate season might be a more appropriate sobering timeframe for Mr Yulidjirri so as to prevent his possible court reappearance for conviction number 27, which would mean that the wet season was well and truly back on the agenda for her client.

AND FROM RIO OLYMPIC VILLAGE
450 000 condoms have been given to athletes for the duration of the Games. There are gold and silver ones for those sprinters who cum first and second ; for those who manage to get them themselves into menages a trois, bronze for the third. It averages out to about 42 each or 3 a day for those sexually active which must have a few mothers worried that their virgin teenage high school children may come home transitioned into deflowered little nymphos.

A big thank -you to Senor Fanny C for last week’s trash as we bid him Adieu on his upcoming Tour de Spain.

Yours in hashing
CIRCUMFERENCE

Run 2024 Pictures Here

Date: 1/08/2016

Location: Robina

Hare: VD & Caustic Crusader

Hashers: 27

Run 2023

Tonight’s run description comes to you from Fanny Charmer as your regular scribe, Circumference, is otherwise engaged, watching the NRL clash between the Titans and the Cronulla Sharks, in what I believe was the Titans bringing the Sharks’ 16 game winning streak to an end…hope you enjoyed the game Circumference!

We gathered at that old favorite location, Scottsdale Reserve, on the corner of Scottsdale Drive and Prospect Court, Robina…very conveniently located across the road from the Dog and Parrot Tavern. As on the previous occasion that I can recollect, of course the oval was soon filled by Monday night footie training participants, meaning that the car park and surrounding streets were highly congested with cars. Luckily we hashers got an earlier start than the other 10 groups of people so we scored all the prime carparking spots…stuff ‘em! They’re all younger than us so they can walk further back to their cars!!

Tonight’s run was brought to you by VD and Caustic, and I do believe that VD was the one responsible for the nosh and Caustic for setting the actual run.

The Run:

The run was apparently a nice combination of street, path and bush and of approximately 7 km in length, but I wouldn’t really know, as like many of tonight’s eager hashers, I decided that I would limit myself to a brisk walk. I was accompanied by several senior hashers including Sir Rabbit and our esteemed hierarchy members, the GM and our RA.

I felt safe in the company of these learned gents, but it certainly didn’t prevent us from getting hopelessly lost and having to rely on yours truly’s GPS on his phone to find our way back to the start. In all, a nice walk of approximately 5 km, so not too shabby at all.

Our initially quite large walking group soon started to peter out and became a very few of us as many peeled off at various spots and made a quick getaway back to the start, obviously aware that unless they did this they would miss out on the entrees.

The Nosh:

I believe that there was an entrée of some description, but having religiously followed the entire walking path and getting lost, those of us who were at the “back of the pack” missed out entirely on that one!

The mains was curried sausages with steamed rice…and many Hashers making comments like “gee, this is just like back in the army days” and “last time I had this was in the queue at the Rosie’s van”.  My favorite comment tonight though, delivered in his typical laconic fashion, came from Fullershit….”I don’t normally like sausages, and this is no exception!”.

Well, for my part, I thought it was bloody great…the right mix of spices, copious amounts of veges and the sausage was obviously of prime quality. There were three substantial pots of this curry, so many of us went back for seconds, thirds and in several cases of extreme gluttony, fourths!! JJ…No wonder I only felt like having a small apple for breakfast the next morning!!

Sweets was…well….different, but lovingly hand made!! We had these funny little pastry cups with custard poured into them and fresh berries sprinkled on top. Very delicious if a bit messy to eat…many of us were paranoid about getting any of it onto our “pigs in the trough” jackets we were wearing.

The booze-masters:

I must throw in a word of thankyou on behalf of all of us…Bent Banana and Flasher have really stepped up to the plate in keeping us well lubricated on Monday nights…

The Circle:

The circle was opened by the GM….who then immediately broke with protocol and handed proceedings over the RA, who then proceeded to tell the tale of how he and Swindler encountered a fortune teller and they will both be assisting their fellow Hashers to have a comfortable retirement when they both make their fortunes in 2019!

Back to the GM…and…..next out the front were Caustic and VD as the hares for tonight…and welcome back Caustic, who says he’s been away from Hash for so long now that he’s been re-named “Mr Pleasant”!!…hahahaha…excuse me while I roll around the floor laughing…Mr Pleasant??….hahahaha!!

Next was a presentation of some cold, hard folding stuff to Truckie (welcome back from the Dordoyne region of France, by the way) as promised to him by the previous Hash Hierarchy for his selfless devotion to towing the trailer and backing into a bollard.

Truckie was then dragged out the front with two other returning runners, Kitchen Bitch and Mickypaedia…the latter being a member of the premier cycling troupe, the Warriors. Nice to see you off your bike seat and out of your racing thongs and pounding the streets with us for a change. Oh, and next time bring your fucking hash gear Mickypaedia or you’ll keep getting double down-downs for being out of uniform!!

Over to the RA….poor Kitchen Bitch gets dragged out the front again and apologises profusely for not being here but he’s been too busy selling prestige cars of a particular brand to unsuspecting fools with too much money to worry about spending time with his mates!

Next out to cop some punishment….Sir Two Dogs, Sir Botcho and Miscarriage….justifiably castigated for gobbling down all the entrees before the rest of us got back and could have any.

Caustic was then called back out and recounted the story of his house being raided by about 8 burly coppers from the Rapid Response Team…seems he was mistaken for being a native New Zealander (as described by the coppers) involved in an armed robbery.

Rug came out the front and told a bad joke (again!) and informed us that he is travelling to Europe and will be back just in time for the Halloween run in the tunnel at the end of October.

Iceman out the front next to explain about his magical treatment on his knee (PRP  or something like that)….this is starting to sound like the queue for the triage nurse at the University Hospital!

Truckie then came out the front (yawn, yawn…yet again) wondering where we had all gotten our new red or blue Hash bags…he’s forgotten that he got given one at the AGPU…oh dear….this IS getting worse, isn’t it?

Last but not least…Brewtus….once again, yes, for the SECOND time, he has forgotten to bring the Prick of the Week award to Hash…this time with some lame excuse that his wife wouldn’t let him have it…needless to say this elicited some  lewd commentary on why she might not be letting him have it…perhaps he doesn’t …ummm…measure up????

On that note, end of circle and time to roar up the highway back in time for Q&A….I hope you don’t think I am too much of a hoon Sir Two Dogs (who saw me roar off at a set of lights)…I just like to give it a bit of the boot occasionally…releases all my pent-up frustrationsJ

Fanny Charmer …

Stand in for the On Sec.

Run 2023 Pictures

Date: 29/07/2016

Location: Nicolinis, Surfers Paradise

Host: Moonbeams

Hashers: 24

News Flash

Roving reporter Annie “Shiraz” Lane from the  ABC has been tracking  “The Gold Coast Splinter Hash” for many months apparently.

She finally caught up with them on Friday the 29th.  The now infamous group were found enjoying lunch with friends  at a Gold Coast location. Many tales were told by members Rug and Wrong Way.

Back at the ABC Annie sat down  and poured herself a glass of Shiraz. Her producer had many questions about her day out on the Gold Coast, interviewing the Splinter Hash. All she had to say was “what happens at lunch stays at lunch”

After a second glass of her favorite Shiraz she did say that those that don’t join the Splinter Lunch are missing out on a great day of mateship, eye candy and a few good reds.

July Splinter Lunch Pictures

Date: 25/07/2016

Location: Mermaid Waters

Hare: Brewtus & Weekly

Hashers: 28

Just who was Ossie Keegan on the GC to have a park named after him and even more flattering to have a hare’s run from that venue crossed the mind of several hashers as they checked on the direction to get to Mermaid Waters. The tables and chairs were all set up in a Last Supper style configuration when most of the pack had arrived.
The hare announced to all that he would look after the runners and lead them to the high points and low points of the run while Sir Slab would lead the walkers on a fairly similar trail. It wasn’t long until the pack went past the tennis courts and soccer fields of the Bob Singh Sports Complex. This run seemed to have more named sponsored parks than in a USA city. Elvis couldn’t believe his luck when he saw a five a side soccer match between the red and blue shirts and as he got a bit of white line fever from the sideline markings took the field and began dribbling an invisible ball downfield. Then one of the real players seeing that Elvis had invaded the pitch ,announced in some European accent – Quick, get the Pokiemon !

After passing the skateboard park at the rear of Burleigh Bears, we were greeted by the sight of Flasher running around and yelping like some bitser mutt at the pound. He had managed to get himself into some metal caged gated carpark and couldn’t work out the PIN number on the keyboard to get himself out. The sincere care factor of all the hashers who passed him quickly surfaced when concerned about his welfare – as one hasher was heard to say – Fuck him, as he got himself in there, he can get himself out of there. So that was the end of that and the pack pushed on still going east and away from home. A concerned Fanny C at 19:00 EST asked the hare if we climbing the hill at North Nobby and the muffled reply from the hasher was inaudible due to the noise of the passing traffic on the GC Highway. So it was not long until the pack had actually regrouped on top of the hill and began a tour of Miami SHS. For most of the pack, who had never really got up close and personal to the HI MIAMI HIGH sign before but had regularly seen all the young short skirted pubescent blonde surfie chicks coming and going from that school, a tour of the whole school was something new especially as the rear of the premises is a bit of a minefield construction site all pegged out for the next education revolution.

A quick sprint down Pacific Avenue/Sunshine Avenue soon had all home for refreshments and the entrée of pygmy speared cheese, kabana and cocktail onions, a sure fire way to fire up the farting. Next on the three course menu was a hot beef and potato stew with crusty bread rolls(that some hashers imagined they were having with their stew). As VD and M’Link missed out on a seat with the big people, they dined by themselves at the table for the little people. Peaches and ice-cream followed and by this stage, most hashers were hoping they wouldn’t get a down down in the circle as they full up to the brim. Dicky Knee, on day release from Jenny Craig, remarked that the food is so bloody good, you just can’t stop eating it. At 19:30 he was even getting excited about the prospect of going home early and being able to watch Master Chef Aust on the box , apparently it is a form of therapy for those going through withdrawal after a Jenny Craig FA stint (Foodaholics Anonymous).

A five minute warning from the GM of the pending circle brought all to attention to stash the chairs and tables in the back of Weekly’s ute. First up in the circle were Brutus and Weekly. Fanny C enjoyed the well marked run but not the hare lying about going up the North Nobby hill. Josephine remarked that there was a thrifty use of markings on the walk. Shat’s critique on the nosh was – pretty good, I got seconds and loved the cocktail onions.

The returning runners, namely Elvis, Jigsaw (jiggy or even shiggy were names he got as he stepped up) and Fuller Shit were soon explaining where they had been. Jigsaw said it was Nice to be home, Fuller had been fishing and Elvis advised that he is just visiting as he continues his 2016 Fanatics World Sports Tour. The Tour De France, Euro 16 and next up the Rio Olympics is an even better gig than an ESPN/Fox Sports cameraman would score in a year. Elvis is looking forward to catching up with Sydney harriette, Cold Pussy(aka Ms Kitty Chiller), Australia’s Chief De Mission, in Rio. She has been in touch with him to see if he can offload his spare Olympic event tickets to encourage multi-skilled hashers like Miscarriage,Weekly, Bouncer and even Girls to come out of retirement and help out with the wiring and sewerage problems in the Olympic Village. As the previous committee had once remarked, if you can’t get our hashers to even go to Boonah, you have no chance of getting them to join Elvis in Rio.

Botcho got his 1000th run T-shirt which should be framed and go straight to his pool room as although it has been an investment of over $20 grand, it is sure to be worth a lot more in years to come.

The GM announced the long list of piss ups between now and the early May AGPU including the apparently previously committee sworn to secrecy surprise 70th Birthday Party for Botcho which the only hashers who were surprised by it’s announcement to all in the circle were the committee members judging by the look on Shat’s face.

The RA then stepped up to the plate to take the piss out of our hash athletes far easier than how the Russian drug testers used a mouse hole take the piss out of their athletes. Hard-On, Miscarriage and Two Dogs were called out for their Lost and Found moments of leaving their property behind on the previous week’s run. Flasher and Elvis were next up for their antics on the run.

Prior to the circle, as the carryover POW realised he had forgotten to bring the POW, he sought advice from his legal team on how he should manage damage control from any possible fallout from his misdemeanour. It was decided to use a slightly altered version of the old chestnut – Teacher, the dog ate my homework. So when the POW was called, up came current POW, Brutus, who announced confidently, hoping to sucker in all, that he had a few leads on nominations that he needed to follow up on and would be carrying it over until next week. A few old wise heads thought they might have smelt a rat with that lame excuse but all in all he managed to sell it pretty well to the circle.
It was later suggested to Brutus by his legal team that although he might survived this week, it would not be good idea to push his luck with that defence beyond that evening
and to get his shit together for next week or be crucified by the smell blood in the water hash circle.

Sir Rabbit advised that Moonbeams is the Splinter lunch hare this month and Nicolinis (Surfers Paradise) is the venue for this Friday’s event.

Josephine closed the circle and RPR6 came to a close, well at least for some. The Northern Alliance then had to endure a stressful trip home something like a Winter Olympics slalom course with more cones than a Nimbin hash circle along Bermuda Street/Southport Broadbeach Road from Broadbeach Waters to Smith Street at Southport. Hundreds of workers, some high vis others not so high were dodged but thankfully none ended up on the bonnet.

NEW TO THE TRASH – Media Fact Check

A man who was reportedly found dead in a WA Hungry Jacks toilet is believed to have been dead for three days which sounds a bit like a Whopper to me especially when one of our former hashers Droop was found asleep in the toilet at McDonalds(Loders Creek) after just three hours on a Gold Coast Marathon day when he had to go after consuming a quite a few ales after running. Sounds like it is probably worth remembering that if you need to go in a hurry the best idea is to go to a Maccas Latrine otherwise you could be left for dead in the opposition’s dunnies. The burgers may be better at Hungrys but the care factor is absolutely shithouse something like the Rio Olympic village toilets which have also failed the stress test.

Yours in hashing
CIRCUMFERENCE

Run 2022 Pictures

Date: 18/07/2016

Location: Labrador

Hare: Josephine & Sir Rabbit

Hashers: 29

Even before the first arrow was put down for this run, the hash planets had aligned for several weeks to create circumstances to develop the perfect hash storm. Just consider the following chain of events as they stood after the events of the previous week’s Everything Shithouse themed run on the Broadwater.

The carryover POW from run 2019 at Cascade Gardens was M’Latrine.
The hare for run 2020 was M’Latrine. Then in an unprecedented ploy Sir Rabbit blatantly refused his nomination for POW from the hare after emerging from the WC, so the POW stayed officially with the hare. Apparently legal advice had been sought from the home of Mother Hash in KL who just happen to have a hasher named Soup Silk / real name Vijayhotlaksa Saringgitt whose daytime job is a QC when he is not running around the Malaysian jungle as to knowledge of any hash constitutional precedents similar to the current stay of proceedings brought about after the abrupt end to the circle on the previous Monday evening..
The co-hare for run number 2021 was Sir Rabbit who chose the same park(Labrador’s Norm Rix park) as the venue where M’Latrine had his drink stop on the previous week’s run and M’Latrine still was the carryover POW.

Would these hashers hug and make up (another hash bromance in the making ) over a glass of red or would it all end up in tears ?

So it was with eager anticipation hashers focused on this blockbuster Monday evening with the possibility that the circle ratings would be better than most television executives would even dream of where snippets of juicy morsels of previews are offered up to bait viewers for a week in advance of the screening.

At 18:15 , Josephine gave instructions on “the best well marked suburban run ever set in Labrador” and the runners led by Rug and the walkers under instruction from Sir Slab headed off in their respective opposite directions. It wasn’t long before a couple of false trails started splitting up the pack with Flasher ending up in the dog park, then attempting to get through the back of the Commonwealth Games Village construction site. Near Southport Sharks AFL club, the trail crossed the road over to the soccer fields, then near Point Two’s old place for a clayton’s drink stop and wound back and forth around the myriad of paths that now encompass the suburb which is handy when you are lost or pissed or both in finding your way out. BB lead the pack at the back end of the run along the creek, closely followed by Miscarriage and M’Link.
Soon all were back for happy hour drinks and as booze prices continue to tumble and hashers guzzle like V8’s prompting one to say – It’s just like the 1970’s all over again with these prices. Seedy’s appearance filled the void left by the absence of one of better red wine guzzlers and he was assisted by Hard On as fresh bottles of red were cracked regularly through the evening.

As Sir R was stewing the nosh, a soup kitchen line up of hungry hashers began a chorus to get a warm feed. Soon their wishes were granted and Chilli Con Rabbit was served. As we enjoyed the nosh , Weekly remarked that although he had missed out on the corn chips entrée, he was enjoying the gum leaves that accompanied the main.
When he was told the corn chips came with main, he got the full menu for seconds. Next up for dessert were cheese cakes and that southern Gold Coast local favourite –
known by them as Kirramasu .

As the farting from the spicy nosh started to kick in, the GM called a circle and the hares were called out. Sir R again stumped all with yet another refusal, this time knocking back his down down because of a broken tooth. Fanny C rated the run as a bloody brilliant 7.1 klm effort. Weekly’s critique on the nosh was – Good Work. Perhaps a television role maybe is in the offering on Masterchef for Weekly with his obvious culinary talents on spotting gum leaves as the side or even as a stand-in for Kenny Koala at Dreamworld when he needs a break.

Iceman was asked to give the visitors – Seedy, VD and Blue Card a note for their down downs. It seems as though regular hashers only have to go for a piss for 5 minutes these days and you become a visitor. Our real visitor for the second week in a row, Toss Her, is settling in well on the GC by visiting various Gold Coast hashes. Fanny C also dragged a virgin along but as he had to go home early, he missed his first circle.

When the RA stepped out, he called Flasher to explain where his solo run went. Flasher claimed he got lost in the Labrador forest, now that’s a real mystery as to its whereabouts . Most hashers didn’t even realise that such a forest existed somewhere so close to suburbia. Miscarriage, upon running past Point two’s former residence, recalled the good old days when while Air BnB-ing with Point Two he used to share his lodgings with the Labrador labrador, Sharnee (RIP). Apparently between the farting and snoring, both of them would get a reasonable night’s rest.

Showpony soon to become Gavan the Sixth when he goes down the aisle again after just lightening his wallet from a previous marital encounter was given a hash note from Moonbeams. Apparently he is thinking of buying his new bride a house as a wedding present as a down payment for any possible exit strategy that may arise if the next union fails in his next Far East love story. Miscarriage also gave a farewell to our resident lothario, Showpony, who apparently has been doing the rounds with his neighbours in after dark farewells around his local marina.

The Phantom called out M’Link for his lycra riding apparel which highlights the word Warriors, the known name of one the outlawed bicycle gangs that some hashers have been flirting with and attracting police attention because of the VLAD laws when they speed through the northern suburbs in the early hours some mornings. M’link made it quite clear that he did not wish to be associated with such an organisation and that they should be renamed and called Wankers instead.

Weekly who was sprung by the RA for having a piss near the BBQ while the hare was cooking the nosh with the toilets about 25 metres away was next to be called into the circle for a down down.

All the lead up to the POW stage evaporated in the absence of M’Latrine but as Miscarriage had rescued the POW from the dunny, he stepped in as M’Latrine’s proxy.
He told the story of 3 hashers on tour who decided to have a flutter on a Laotian filly named Lollita by boxing a trifecta with the numbers 8,10 and 12. Next day over breakfast, they checked their numbers and found that they had all been winners. No one knew who had came first,second or third but all agreed that the outcome of their investment had resulted in a nice juicy box tri. As Brutus was the first to ask about the outcome of their investment over breakfast next morning, he was declared the winner and awarded POW. In a sterling effort , he knocked over the half yard down down without any spillage.

With Moonbeams back in the fold, he remembered his lines and closed the evening’s events and so endith RPR5.

Yours in hashing

CIRCUMFERENCE

Run 2021 Pictures