Run 1853
Date : 6th April 2013
Hare : Jigsaw
Venue : Benowa, Gold Coast
Runners 32ish

Weeks left of me penning this detritus – 3.

Once again members of the Gold Coast hash could smell the AGPU in the offing and consequently turned out in droves to the venue which everyone knew had only one way in and one way out (unless you fancy a swim with the bull sharks)

After the previous week of pre-lubing the Nash Hash, things had returned to the usual status quo, no women, no strange visitors and a large contingent of walkers. Despite the Nash hash some things didn’t change – such as Kitchen Bitch hiding behind the pots and pans to avoid any form of exercise and Cum Smoke arriving just as the food was being served.

The pack assembled in the delightful patio area at the rear of our Hare’s house and were treated to a flying visit by Sir Slab, who once again, was en-route for another holiday. The incoherent mumblings of Jigsaw indicated it was time to leave. As we ran I attempted to process something about gates on a time lock and arrows only on the right unless they are the left.

From the venue we ran left (no markings – great start) but everyone knew where the bridge off this island was located so left it was. Within two minutes we were at a check, lost, on left and then flummoxed by an on back that was facing the wrong way. Great, another marking debarcle.

At this point common sense took over and we all headed for the bridge, immediately prior to which was a sneaky left which ended up indicating through a gate into the botanic gardens. Ah so that’s what he meant by a locked gate.

We skirted the six-foot fence until we found a low spot in the corner and once over (I would have said safely, but Botcho sliced his hand open) we tried to find any form of marking.

Eventually the on sent us through the gardens and swung us around to the right towards Ashmore road. Numerous checks were marked, some ended in bizarre on back arrows, which were facing the wrong way, the hare evidently needs examining for slykdexia.

We were down to four runners by now and I went left calling a hard on which lead down a path to ………….. nothing. Miscarriage, Botcho and Two Dogs ran right, clearly not wanting to check out my hard on (if you excuse the expression) in the direction of the park gates.

I vaulted a side gate, emerged into what I assume was royal pines, ran in the direction of the traffic noise and climbed over the security fence onto Ashmore Road. Hanging a right, I ran down to the park gates where I saw Botcho and Two dogs prowling behind the fence like a couple of zoo animals. Deciding that they were big and ugly enough to get out by themselves, I ran on towards the coast.

As I reached Benowa road, knowing full well I would have to turn right to get back over the bridge, I saw that the semi non existent trail indicated straight on.

Honouring the wishes of the hare, I ran on until meeting up with Flasher, who, yet again, tried to tell me he had been on the trail all night. Does he live in a constantly deluded state?

Informing me that the trail died up ahead, he ran back towards Benowa Road, but U turned after a small guilt trip seeing me refusing to capitulate. The final leg was essentially a small circuit intended to increase the length of the run and it indicated Croc’s name for the redemption of a prize.

Rather unsurprisingly the way home was by way of the bridge and actually had some markings. Overall not a bad length, shame about the gate climb which put off most and the markings sucked like Devine Brown.

Shock horror, every f#cker was back and drinking by the time Flasher and I crossed the threshold, every single one of them had completed the whole trail. Right.

Dips were served in a platter with cremated toast and chips. They appeared homemade and were delicious, not some sloppy sh%t from an Aldi carton. They reminded me of the days when Jigsaw used to provide dips as Boozemaster, you remember, the nights when running out of booze was never an option.

How would you describe the mains? No idea. The pasta and salad were recognizable enough but the meaty thing in creamy sauce? Despite the look of the thing, the taste buds proved the eyes as liars.

Dessert was a large selection of petit fours with custard and ice cream.

Those not suffering diabetic shock due to the sugar content of the dessert, paid attention as the GM called circle.

Bent Banana expressed his surprise and disappointment that not a singular nomination had been made for the upcoming hierarchy.

DD’s immediately to Ferret and Miscarriage, both of whom appeared to shit themselves in unison. Circumference inquired if I had ‘got wind of that’ fortunately not.

Of the trail Miscarriage (or was it Botcho) said ‘never on trail, doing no-no run, helped over a fence, chasing lights in the distance’. Two Dogs added ‘ fairly tame, woop woop, gates locked, Botcho cut to ribbons, no trail, no trail’. Miscarriage rather surreally ended with ‘one in all in’ ??? 3.5/10

Paul (a visitor) and friend of Blue card (so he does have one over the age of 12) said the walk was ‘very good’ but really what would he know?

Moonbeams said of the food ‘What was it? Salmon, chicken, rabbit (couple of black swans missing from the lake – GM) quite tasty, middle of the range 8/10.
Since when was 8 the middle of 10? None the less, Kitchen Bitch rightly pointed out that Jigsaw’s sister-in-law would be proud of that.

“Prizes” of Gossips wine were handed out to Caustic Crusader (not sure why) and Rectum, I think mine was mislaid in the swimming pool, where, if any of the salty chlorinated water has got into the bottle, the wine would have been improved immeasurably.

Anyone experiencing a distinct seafood flavour to KB’s eggs this week, will not be charged extra, its due to the left overs from Wednesdays pre-lube.

Visitor – Paul, Returner – Pile Driver, DD to both and Blue Card who managed to forget how the DD song starts. God help him with the national anthem.

Mention was made of Sir Prince Valiant who was here for the very first run 35 years ago which just goes to show how much he needs a life.

Circumference began the RA’s session keeping Sir Prince in the circle and dished him a DD for falling over for no apparent reason. (see its not just Rock Hard who’s losing it) Sir Prince told us about Saturday mornings run where Botcho and Flasher acted as a tag team on some couple (didn’t catch the names) Botcho assaulting the husband whilst Flasher assaulted the wife as though he was a long lost uncle. No change there then.

DD to Moonbeams for a devious plot to obtain free booze at last weeks run with an RSL voucher and Show Pony for a distinct lack of subtlety when emailing Missing Link.

News of Latrine – at Brissy Nash Hash, commented ‘plenty of piss (rehab in the offing), good runs but served sandwiches, yogurt and an apple as nosh.

POW – Shat called out Miscarriage for causing Botcho to hurt his hand on the trail, Sir Prince Valiant for cheating on Saturday mornings run, culminating in a fall and a trip to accident and emergency. Miscarriage was deemed to be the common denominating factor and was handed the prick. He then took the longest time on record to skull the yard.

DD to Blackie for the most flamboyant of swan dives on trail and congratulations also due to his making the world triathlon event next year.

Next weeks run – Sewerage memorial run at Nerang

The GM was quizzed over the trailer debacle at the pre lube and informed us of Iceman as temporary GM next week, this prompted the question “will we get chairs like the voice”

DD to Show Pony for an infected ear piercing, which was swallowed to the cries of ‘Gay old C*nt”.

Circle ended by Moonbeams.

Thanks to Jigsaw for having us at his house and reminding us what gourmet dips are.

On On

Rectum
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Don’t believe a word of it.

Run 1852

Date    :           30th April 2013

Hare    :           Circumference and Now Loved – trail

Sir Prince Valiant and Kitchen Bitch – food

Venue :           Brisbane Nash Hash prelube at Elephant Rock, Currumbin

Runners         40ish

Weeks to a bloody good piss-up – 3.

After a drive of epic proportions I arrived at the venue to find a respectable number of hashers (both locals and visitors alike) gathered close to Elephant rock with the beautiful gold coast lights twinkling to the north of us.

Kitchen Bitch had firmly ensconced his position next to Sir Prince alongside our Trailer and both were hard at it, preparing the nosh.

Bent Banana welcomed one and all before leaving us to our hares for the evening, Now Loved and Circumference. We were sent on our way south running parallel to the shoreline with arrows, which seemed to be getting progressively further apart.

Checks regularly cropped up on the route, the second of which lead us up a seemingly endless set of stairs. We were sent left towards the wildlife sanctuary and left again back to the waterfront where the final check caught a few of us out, everyone else headed inland and began a climb which looked as though it would never end.

Once over the brow it was a short jog down hill to find we were back at our point of origin.

The food was well on its way, despite the large number, the cooks were coping more than adequately.

Subs paid and free drinks vouchers received, the conversations between old mates continued until food was served.

Surprisingly no starters, with the mains consisting of a mixed salad, bread buns, steaks, beetroot and onions. A tasty steak sanger so good a second had to follow.

Thanks to Sir Rabbit for hand picking the meat.

Dessert in the form of ice cream, cream and fruit salad followed and once polished off, the circle was called.

The hares were brought out for down downs and a selection of the visitors likewise. It looked like a badge collecting convention.

A speed drinking competition was introduced by the GM with several of the visiting competitors being nobbled with baby feeders.

Charges were asked for which lead to DD’s for the GM due to poor route instructions and Black Stump for cocking up the combined hash phone help line.

POW Rectum had little to say, citing KB for almost over cooking the steaks, Blackie for walking into the hash trailer but selecting Shat for his stylish bike fall last Thursday.

The GM asked several for speed charges (30 seconds or the DD was for them) and most were able to trump up a charge at short notice.

No one knew where next weeks run is, including the trail master.

Nash Hash prelube tonight at Pizzy Park, kick off at 4.30 but YOU MUST BE THERE TO REGISTER BEFORE 6PM. Cost is $30 and about 80 attendees expected.

Three jokes by (? Seen him before, but no idea of his name) all of a high standard and with great delivery. Iceman I hope you were taking notes.

End of circle by the one and only Moonbeams.

A big thanks to Circumference, Now Loved, Sir Rabbit and especially to Kitchen Bitch and Sir Prince Valliant for helping to make the night a success.

Apologies for the brevity but not a lot happened, I wanted to get this out for before tonight’s event and …………….I didn’t make any notes.

On On

Rectum

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Don’t believe a word of it.

Congratulations to Sir Prince Valiant who celebrates his 35th  anniversary with Gold Coast Hash House harriers1/5/13. This dedicated Hash Man was on the very first run.

 

Run 1851

Date    :           22nd April 2013

Hare    :           Caustic and Iceman

Venue :           Reedy Creek

Runners         30ish

Weeks to the new hierachy – 4, be afraid, be very afraid.

Lots of men came to the run. It was a good run in the bush. The food was nice and the circle was fun. Josephine you can stop reading now. Anyone with an intelligence quotient of more than 15 please read on (apologies a handful of you are excluded).

Seriously though, adult illiteracy is a big problem in Queensland, so we should support him. If you need help you can ring 07-844258922 or 07-T-H-I-C-K-T-W-A-T.

Finally the arrival of the long awaited Gold Coast ‘Brigadoon’ or the ‘Reedy Creek Classic’. Who knew what to expect, if the hype was to be believed then we were in for a treat of immense proportions (well according to the gospel of St. Caustic anyway).

Arrival at the venue showed a perfect picture postcard view of the Goldie from an elevated vantage point. Privacy looked to be assured as development of our cul-de-sac had yet to start and the only nearby dwelling was unoccupied. It was easy to tell we were down south by the sound of the melting polar icecap and by the fact that VD and Sir AH had made an appearance. Strangely though it was a no-show by the Bitch.

Chairs and tables were set up and the brazier stoked and ready. Some questioned the quantity of piled firewood as the athletes warmed up for the main event.

Our Hare Caustic explained the continually changing hash rules and markings and set us on our way. The walkers were each charged with bringing a log back for the fire.

The trail lead from a path onto a dirt track at which point we were on flour, undulating was one way to describe it, f*cking hilly was another. The trail was well marked with a multitude of checks and demanding to say the least, especially the numerous rocks with the potential for ankle breaking.

It essentially looped clockwise before entering a small quantity of bush and emerging very close to the point of departure. Very little was experienced in the way of tarmac, especially if  you were one of the front-runners who cut the last corner.

6.33 km according to my phone app and about 55 mins worth of a proper hash trail in the middle of nowhere. The only minor criticism was the lack of a re-group.

A commendable performance at the front by Truck Tyres, also of note was Flasher not short cutting and putting up his hand for most of the checks and lastly……..Cum Smoke who ran the whole thing. No seriously, he ran the whole thing. Okay, he says he ran the whole thing.

Once back, it was evident that some of the walkers had raided a building site evidenced by the pile of treated pine alongside the Brazier. The smarter among us, took up a position upwind to avoid the poisonous fumes.

Iceman our food hare looked decidedly out of his comfort zone and explained he had a troublesome day. Maybe he was worried that the food would not meet the standard of the run.

The old faithful of starters – dipping chips and dips were fine, but the mains?

WOW is how I would start, Basmati rice light and fluffy – perfectly cooked – was the best I have had on a run and the chicken curry likewise. The chicken didn’t just fall off the bone but it melted on the tongue, delicious heat and just enough sauce. Ideal for the time of year.

Hand made ice-creams (shame about the budget vanilla) were lifted with the addition of fresh strawberries and mock-o-late sauce. Nice job. Clearly a conspiracy for run and nosh of the year.

The inaugural meeting of the Gold Coast knitting circle took place during the food, Cum Smoke, Sir Ah and Truck Tyres all swapped recipes and cooking tips to commemorate the purchase of Cum Smoke’s new Slow cooker (seems appropriate somehow).

Bent Banana called the circle to bear and invited out Caustic and Iceman. Iceman took time to give us a little history lesson, apparently Hitler conceded to Henry VIII this day in 1509.

 

The GM extolled the virtues of the venue – ‘great spot, new place, spent ages finding it’

Flasher was asked to critique the run – ‘pretty damn good, not enough hills or rocks, very good’

Of the walk, Ferret described his near heart arrhythmia due to a particularly large spider combined with a Sir Prince Valliant practical joke and complimented the new territory.

Rug said of the food – ‘Excellent, wonderful, I really enjoy swallowing whole chicken bones (some alleged it as Ibis) a good 8/10 which Moonbeams explained was better than a bad 8/10.

DD’s to two of our elder statesmen Moonbeams and Flasher, a Hashy birthday to both. Flasher revealed his birthday pressy from Mme Lash as a ticket to Iron Man 3D, Two Dogs suggested it was for a cinema in Darwin and came with a one-way plane ticket. Personally I didn’t agree, if I wanted rid of him, Darwin would not be far enough.

Returner –

Arse Up (who has lost 10kg on the HIV diet) – been to the Nash Hash in the Philippines where he met up with BB, Armpit, Testicles, Pit Stop and others.

Pressy for the GM, a flammable toothbrush kit.

The RA entered the circle by enquiring who had collected the wood as most appeared to be sat on their arses drinking the Hash out of piss. DD’s to VD, Shat and Sir AH all of whom did actually collect wood whilst drinking their own piss, never let the truth get in the way of a good charge. A poor joke ensued which was overlooked after Ferret entertained us with an amusing ethnic offering.

Sir Slab presented the GM with  $3 note which sounds to be worth exponentially more to those living in Cuba.

DD offered to Cum Smoke for almost yodeling on the trail, Sir Rabbit suggested

Using the trumpet, should mouth to mouth be required. DD to Hard On for standing in for kitchen Bitch and Caustic for bagging the Hash Trash.

DD to Now Loved for destruction of Hash property (a chair) to cries of you fat B#st#rd. Cum Smoke established a Now Loved spiraling crime pattern, first car door handles now outdoor furniture, where will it end.

POW Josephine confirmed he is a simple-minded man who was unable to come up with anything so he gave the Prick to Rectum, (with only 28 sleeps until the AGPU). Indicative of this year’s hierarchy, Rectum accepted the award without claiming a committee exemption nor substituting a proxy.

LAST REMINDER – the bike ride is tomorrow (Thurs) at Pizzy Park, Miami, near to the tennis courts. There are two choices, a 10km one for the mentally and physically handicapped, shirt lifters and pedophiles, alternatively if you still own a set and regularly produce testosterone there is 19.3km for the men.

DON’T FORGET – NASH HASH NEXT WEEK SO OUR RUN IS ON TUESDAY.

There will be a Monday run at the Border Hash but it is very close to Cockroaches territory. Also a prelube on Wednesday

If you are unsure, ask somebody who cares, clearly not our hash then, or look at the web.

End of circle almost by Jospehine who unwisely attempted to tread on the toes of Moonbeams.

Thanks to Caustic and Iceman, well worth the journey down and nice to see our excellent trailer being put to good use.

On On

Rectum

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Don’t believe a word of it.

Run 1850
Date 15th April
Hare Ferret
Venue: Playing Fields, Ron Penhaligon Way, Robina
Weeks to the return of plain speech – 1
Once again the hordes had amassed at the venue (no one on holiday?) (or as Two Dogs suggested – the wives wanted them out of the house) in what were beautiful running conditions. (Although a storm was forecast. Again!) A few familiar faces from yesteryear were evident on what could only be described as a last ditch attempt to get the number of runs up to avoid them the solennial AGPU surcharge.
Standing squarely in front of his laurels, our hare Ferret, proudly proclaimed this as “My best run ever”. Who would have taken Ferret as an aretaloger? Unfortunately the collective experience felt the bar would not have to be lifted a great deal and feared the strong possibility of ending the evening famelicose.
Nonetheless, our amandation was instigated by Ferret and we embarked on what turned out to be a very pleasant circumbilivagination in and around the surrounding boscaresque neighbourhood s. Although it was lacking in bush or shaggy, the route was well marked with plenty of checks and never seemed to venture far from the starting point. The celeripedean amongst us leaped frog each other regularly with noticeable performances exhibited by Flasher, Blackie, Swollen Colon, Jigsaw and Elvis.
The vacimbulators were entertained by the extensive local knowledge of Sir Slab who managed, adlib, to intertwine the walkers with the runners at regular intervals.
Back at the venue old mates caught up with each other in a sodalitious manner whilst Ferret prepared to serve the foodstuffs. By prepared I mean, left it to Kitchen Bitch to complete buccellation. Dipping chips and dips were snacked on until the beef stew was served alongside sliced baguettes. Dessert was a lavishly prepared canned fruit with ice cream.
Much to Truck Tyres chagrin, the advertised prawns did not make an appearance.
The GM opened the circle explaining to all his anticipation of another Ferret F*ck-up but was pleasantly surprised with a good run, causing the interfation of “finally got it right after 40 years” from our professional heckler – Sir Prince.
Blackie was selected as the run agonarch and commented –“came expecting sh*t food and a sh*t run, well the food didn’t surprise”. Well marked run never far from home 7/10. Praise indeed.
Croc extolled the finer points of the guided tour down the “back alleyways” by Sir Slab, lovely 8/10.
Sir AH was asked about te nights feast, he replied”its been served has it? Couldn’t make out what it was, Chicken? (allegedly double A grade beef). Lacked a halatinous quality, decent effort 5.7 ½ as it all came from a tin. (An Aldi tin I feel).
Returners:-
Swollen Colon – Perth, Thailand, Vietnam, Singapore and Mackay, shame about the final leg of the tour. Pressy for the GM 20,000 Dong. This led to comments such as “better than 37 cents from Shat” and “I bet it’s the biggest dong you’ve ever seen” (Elvis)
Elvis – famigerated regarding his Rio de Janero reckie, for a world cup trip at a 35 bedroom house, some believed these to be called brothels.
Flasher belatedly presented his returners gift with a with a fallaciloquence pertaining to an exploded cigar of both questionable lineage and value.
DD – to Josephine for suggesting Swollen as a source of Adobe Fireworks to Botcho. The drink was consumed to a twenty five gun salute of the real thing.
Shat praised Josephine for being the only GC hasher born on the GC, well that’s if you consider Toowoomba within the city limits.
The RA began his archiloguy with congratulations to our good friend Adam Scott for his win in Augusta, then asked Iceman to recount a particularly boring and pointless tale which in turn lead to a DD for Iceman due to his inappropriate mime skills on the journey down.
Swollen expressed his amarulence at Sir Rabbit for his disregards of found property, Jigsaw was charged with “putting every c*nt off their food”, courtesy of his yellow singlet and KB for mixing his ladies.
Iceman was asked to read a joke and struggled on some of the longer words but the general consensus was he could do that every week rather than bring his own.
Missing Link really will do anything for money, this week he is stripping for Sir Prince.
POW Now Loved in a “Bucanero” Cuban beer T-shirt suffered a little stage fright, selected all those on the Cuba trip who drank girls beers, then Hard On for catching a bus, KB for no eggs and finally Josephine for being rude to the walkers. Yes it was a very slow news week.
Josephine accepted the trophy with a rant directed at the walkers and adopted a sevidical tone towards Sir Slab, who looks to be preparing himself for the yard glass next week.
Sir Prince thanked Now Loved for his use of explicit medical terms in front of Hash ladies.
Don’t forget
Bike Ride 25th April
Nash Hash see the web
Nominations for the Hierarchy
Next week’s run – Iceman or was it Caustic at somewhere possibly Reedy Creek. It all seemed so vague.
End of circle by Josephine who enquired “I don’t have to have another drink do I?”
Thanks to Ferret for making the effort and especially for not having it in Miami.
On On
Rectum
Hang on a Sec and artigrapher
Don’t believe a word of it.

P.S. Rug asked for a few new words. Enjoy

Run 1849
Date : 8th April 2013
Hare : Sir Rabbit, Sir Slab, Sir Prince and Sir AH
Venue : Sir Rabbit’s Bar and Grill, Chirn Park
Runners 29, that is not a typo

Weeks to the first State of Origin game – 8

Initially intended as a Rock Hard organized event, as no one could locate his whereabouts, the Sirs took over with little notice. Well, when I say the Sirs took over, I mean Sir Rabbit picked up the mantle and attempted to spread the workload, Sir Prince Valiant invented a last minute excuse to get on a plane, Sir AH had only a trifling involvement which meant that Sir Slab discovered that it is impossible to delegate when you are a team of one.

Unaware of this hashing game of Old Maid, a veritable multitude of eager hashers swarmed the venue on what, in the main, were great conditions to run in. Several returned to the fold after absences, noticeably Shat who appears to come back home weeks after everyone else has finished the group trips. Alzheimer’s a bitch.

Sir Slab sent us on our way on a trail which was remarkably similar to the run of Josephine’s a few weeks ago and who’s route I shall not bore you with. Mainly because I cant remember it and secondly as I got lost by Smith Street and ended up mistakenly following Veteran home on what appeared to be the walkers out trail? Despite my failings, several others (with torches) found the trail and were pleased with the overall duration and layout of the event.

As we awaited the nosh I was informed that Sir Prince had reneged on his agreement to purchase cheap sh#t mince from the pet food supplier (sorry that should read ‘Super butcher’) causing Sir Rabbit to over spend (heads will roll). Nor did he manage to prepare the vegetables. That’s what happens when you have already cooked about fifteen times so far this year.

The clock ticked over eight pm and all was not well, stomachs were audibly grumbling and the only aperitif seemed to be the hordes of flying insects committing ritual suicide onto the search light. That’s right, the starters were a nonstarter.

The main course was a self served Chilli con Carne containing ‘Bongo’ chillies (was that another reference to the drum theme which kept showing its head?) it couldn’t be a reference to some earth shattering heat factor as everyone demolished their portions and seconds were not available. That might have been the case if the meal had been padded out with carbs – rice, potatoes or bread but the recipe came from the Atkins Diet, so meat only, not even any greens (from the man who whinges whenever greens are not served).

My only complaint was the failure to serve the meal with a ‘possibility of follow through’ warning, as during the course of Tuesday morning I was tooting like a train, possibly a little too enthusiastically, when I had a near Shart experience. (that’s a half sh*t, half fart for those with sheltered upbringings).

Too monstrous sized bowls contained Sir AH’s self-made trifles, which had innovatingly used lamingtons for the sponge layer. The sun appears to be shining on our recent trifle offerings, quite a change from that dark day at Helensvale.

Circle called by the GM and Rock Hard lambasted for being soft and conveniently overseas whenever its his turn to host.

DD’s to Sir Rabbit, Sir Slab, Sir Prince and Sir AH for their team effort in tonight’s festivities, also to Show Pony but not sure why.

Miscarriage who was recently anointed as the king of superlatives, commented on the run – Very good, excellent, magnificent, great. I think he may have liked it 9/10
Pile Driver (good to see you back) proclaimed the walk as ‘good’ citing the fact he did not get lost. (easily pleased)
Flasher and Botcho tag-teamed the food with – very nice but no bread or salad and nice trifle, did enjoy it

DD and Hashy birthday to the coffin dodgers; Missing Link, Show Pony and Sir Prince who have all reached 70 years, congratulations. It’s all down hill from here.

Returners –

Hard On – far north Queensland
Now Loved – sick for a week, over achieving skier
VD – Tassy, Phuket
Shat – Head cold (though Phantom suggested it was a bad case of syphilis)
Missing Link – Philippines doing a recky for a new wife

Link brought the GM a traditional souvenir from the Philippines, a young boy whilst Shat offered some high roller gambling chits from Las Vegas. Don’t spend it all at once. Overcome by the generosity, the GM discarded rule one before launching into a French kiss with Shat. How much sherry was in that trifle?

Our RA entered the circle with the obligatory props and encouraged a drum roll from the energizer bunny. DD to Sir Prince for the mowing saga of three weeks ago (what ever happened to double jeopardy) and to Show Pony for a newspaper article. DD to miscarriage for something about Sir Prince (isn’t it always) and Two Dogs enlightened us on the anticipated aboriginal land grab by Sir Slab.
Not being one to drink alone, Sir Slab brought out Now Loved for attending a bike ride a month early. Phantom, who was unsure of his own name, was asked for a note.

Charges –
Miscarriage pulled out the filthy rich, those who have earned way too much and are being rightly taxed for it – BB, Slab, Princy and Blackie. DD’s to calls of “shoot the b&st&rds)

DD to Flasher for dropping his muslim patronage and becoming a Communist Sympathiser. You didn’t deserve that.

DD to Rectum, very unfairly, for following the Mudgeraba run web page directions to the letter but not finding the venue (which was somewhere else) and to those responsible – AH/Botcho/Blackie

POW Cum Smoke had several in his sights –

Hard On for never saying anything, Flasher and something about Caustic (not present tonight apparently gone fishing for the brown trout with his boyfriend) also Josephine for bagging the newly installed air horns on Cum Smoke’s Benz (they sound great but attract small children expecting to buy ice cream).
Finally the recipient was Now Loved, after he showed gratitude for a lift home by pulling off Cum Smoke. That should read Cum Smoke’s door handle.

From Shat there is a Goose Chase on the 20th of this month for anyone desperate for a harrierette.

From the news – a 74-year-old hasher is likely to get 20 years for under age sex, so enjoy the next 48 months Link. I can tell you the crumbed steak every Saturday night is horrible.

Nominations required for the upcoming Hierarchy change over.

Don’t forget the Bike ride re-scheduled for Anzac Day, which may be cancelled, without warning, in a Nano second.

The Nash Hash is coming so look out for a variety of events.

Next Weeks Run – Ferret so probably Miami then.

Rediscovering his funny bone, Iceman, a devout atheist, entertained all with a blonde/St Peter joke.

End of Circle duet with the dulcet tones of both Moonbeams and Josephine.

Thanks in varying degrees to the Sir’s for coming up with a winner at short notice, to the bats for f@cking off for once, to Croc for his excellent temporary coverage and to the ever-increasing percentage of hashers making the effort to run.

On On

Rectum
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Don’t believe a word of it.