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Yes time for the adventure run again. But with something different…. The location. This year The Hares Flying Frog and Spaghetti Head had used all their ex-military training and contacts to get permission to use the military land adjacent to Satahip.  With military precision the hash bus and a convoy of pickups and cars entered the base, passed security and setup the “A” site. Once in position a circle was formed and the fun began. Unusually there were no new shoes this week so it was straight into the run details. These were provided at length (yawn) and in some detail by (Big voice for a small fella!) Spag Head. Right.. Details given and the crowd of runner’s heads off. Being a lazy B**t*rd my self I declined to run and was then volunteered to help with the water stop. First to the half way mark was “Shit thru a Duck” Not long after that Fini the Faggot emerged from the bush. The trail thru the base is used by mountain bikers so provided a smooth and very fast paced run (as long as you weren’t run down by the bikers). After passing out water to the FRB’s and the staggerer’s following them it was off to the final part of the run to witness the log crossing. Unfortunately we never witnessed anyone falling face first into the water but KY Kev gave it a good try on his third attempt to get over. Funny most of the cracks ran straight over the log with simian grace while the Falangs tottered across like hung over nuns.  Water obstacle accomplished it was back to the A site for the on-in.  Once all the runners were back in and enjoying the post run libations the circle was called…..Form a F**k**g circle! Firstly a thank you to our hosts. The Base commander and three of his subordinates were heartily thanked. Then presented with a printer as a token of our appreciation. Next up the raffle with Chipmunk presiding. T-shirts were snapped up by a lucky few. Next in were the lucky frog finders (sharp eyed c**ts) to receive their prizes. Kamikaze shooters from TQ’s and a feast at the Scandi bar among the rewards. HARES ON IN! Frog and Spag head on Ice while we decide their fate….Good run?...Yes. Flying Frog tries to explain why he’s wearing a what appears to be a brassiere on backwards and then it’s on with the circle. A special occasion next, Sir Festers 74^th Birthday! Living proof that eating pussy promotes immortality….maybe that’s what they mean by the “drinking from the fountain of youth”. Hare’s back on in for more Ice. It’s been revealed that the circle had to relocated because of some kids! Worse still we’re still close to the noisy b*ggers…..and their music threatens the circles sanctimony. Now it’s the turn of the Hash’s newest sandwich lady…AKA Chicken F**ker…What more can you say? Would you buy a sandwich from this man? Obviously hunger can do strange things to folk. To safeguard the Hashers, two hygiene inspectors (cracks) were chosen to keep an eye on the less than spotless CF while he prepares next weeks vitals. Next on in, its four geriatrics. Appears that one of their party is 86 years old and a virgin (on her “maiden” run maybe?) …well done! The circle continues with returnees, myself amongst them. 40 returnees in all. The Hares have to work fast to provide the down downs. Hash Hero T4 on in for being Wank-King's temp and doing the rags for six weeks. Any bad news? Yep…. Wank-King is back next week.. Another (all too) familiar face is next, Sir Chicken F**ker ready to accept his 700 run reward. A genuine made in China, Swiss Buck Knife…Very well done! Just because we can the FRB’s and the fastest females are iced. Among them Fini, Shit thru a Duck, Tadpole and The Queen. Then to continue; Arse Hopper and his surrogate mother are brought in and iced while being giving Hash permission to cohabitate. The fun continues with more ice-ing first the “football supporters” Free Willy and friends (?) Followed by T4 (again) This time for chasing fat chicks! No Song from the hares! so on comes Sir Chicken F**ker with the “Mai Pen Rai” ditty. Finally another weeks hashing is brought to a end with Yao Yao leading the Hash hymn. Then is off in a military like convoy (no mad dash this week) to the Miss Chivas Bar for more entertainment…Good run.. Great location.. Well done hares..

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