Run 1529

 


—– RUN REPORT —–

Hello Folks,

I hope you are all suffering hangovers this morning, just as I am.

A good leg opening run, with not much shaggy, and very few animals to worry about. (Actually these days its usually a chance to rest when someone calls, Cattle. Walk!) Anyway that wasn’t heard, neither were there any irate dogs to be seen. Nice and secluded, and off the beaten track. Our Norweigen hares had reassured the pack that the run was flat. Lying B……..! Maybe to them from that land of mountains, but there were a couple of real hills to toil up. A great view of the sea from the highest, and an easy trot down the other side. Until Vaseline Thighs went hurtling past in a shower of dust, reminding me of how unfit I am these days. I wonder what all those pints of 150 Baht Guinness ( Maggy Mays bar on Soi Wat Boon Kanchana, Jomtien) do to my fitness level, and ever expanding waist line? Anyway I staggered in, in my usual position, about the the middle of the pack, breathing hard. That’s about the only thing that gets hard these days!

Well done Arseaholic and Peler.

The a-site in the rubber trees
The a-site in the rubber trees

A fly blown A site amongst the trees with plenty of parking available. Our Aussie mates must have really felt at home with all the various types of, Sand flies, Blue bottles, Horseflies, Shit flies, Mosquitoes and House flies got lost, which pestered everybody. None more so than VV, trying his best to keep his boxes of sarnie fillings fly free. He complained to me that he was having trouble consuming his beer as his hands were busy acting as fly wafters.

I was just getting comfortable, in my newly bought folding arm chair at the A site, when Rabbit Shooter reported to me that in his opinion Really Sadistic bastard drinks too much beer! No revelations there, as I’m sure everyone will agree with him. Cheers Jimmy!

Sir MC, the official hash Quack
Sir MC, the official hash Quack

I was sat initially near to the table full of raffle prizes, and noticed there a nasty looking bottle of rot gut whisky, the same that Sir Miserable Cunt was dispensing last week, and of which I had one too many, causing me to fall of my wife’s motor bike, breaking a mirror and removing some bark off my leg . I received some Hash shit from her next morning, after having bled on the newly made up marital bed. Anyway SMC was later iced for poisoning me, and for being dressed in a long white cost, looking like some Prostrate gland massager.

A bit difficult to read my scribble here as my notes got a tad wet last night, and my scribble has not improved ever since leaving school.

Joint GM Wank King's Wanker
Joint GM Wank King’s Wanker

Wankings Wanker stalked past me or perhaps it should be storked, with his long skinny legs, and with his head wrapped in a towel. I did a double take thinking I was back in Arabia. Not for another two weeks fortunately! Much banter between the Ozzie’s and Pomm’s regarding the recent Rugby test result in which the Ozzie kicker fell on his arse while taking what should have been the winning kick. Anyway long may he suffer. Bet he hasn’t had his wobbly leg over since. Thinking about it neither have I though!

Later when I had some ice power, I regaled the circle about a lazy black feller who used to sleep in the afternoon, so tired was he. Think his name was Curtly someone.

the long lost Torpedo Tits
the long lost Torpedo Tits
<>I also iced the lovely Torpedo Tits for not having been around for nearly a year, she having been running her restaurant up in Nakhorn Nowhere. Free scoff for any hasher who can make it up there, she reckons. For details please ask Really Sadistic Bastard, that Chang champion, who by now might have some knowledge of the afore mentioned ladies’ business. The loving couple sat sweetly side by side on the cold stuff, which may have cooled his ardour somewhat.

About this time the clouds opened and down came the rain in torrents. People scarpered for cover and umbrellas. One hasher showed some initiative by wearing a plastic stool over his head, looking like Ned Kelly according to Lone Wolf, and an Alien by Sir Airhead. A goodly crowd vanished onto the bus for cover, only emerging when their supply of beer ran out. The GM announced that we were 59 runners. I got quite exited and dropped my pen as I misheard him say 69!

Visiting newcomers Colin Conner & Darren Tiffen .... no hash t-shirt !
Visiting newcomers Colin Conner & Darren Tiffen …. no hash t-shirt !

Two visiting runners iced , one for not wearing a hash shirt. He was grimacing with pain, not being used to a really cold arse, and the temperature being rather low, in the heavy rain. Poofter. Not so the visiting GM of the Jungle Run who was bucketed for some imagined infringement, but he took it like a real man, and even managed some quips, while having his nether regions chilled.

About this time, I decided to leave while the going was good, and snuck off , like a visitor to Josh’s prostrate clinic, into the dark, leaving a crowd of damp, but happy runners.

Well done all the organizers, and not forgetting Bottomless Pit for his weekly non stop efforts. I do wish he would select some healthier bottles of liquor though. Vietnemese Whisky indeed, whatever next?

ON and On and ON. Barnacle Bollocks.

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—– STATS REPORT —–

Names are listed in alphabetical order and show Total Runs with the PH3.

Total Runners this week = 69

45 Hashers who were Hashing the previous week

72 B. B.; 417 BALL RINGER; 19 BANANAS; 147 BARNACLE BOLLOX; 149 BEVERLY HILLS PINK COCK; 157 BILLION SUCKER; 222 BIN TIN TIN; 478 BOW WOW; 196 CRACK MY COCCYX; 88 CRAZY PUSSY; 1224 EMPEROR AIRHEAD; 109 GANGREEN; 78 HONEY BEAR; 121 HORSE; 52 HULK; 149 LIBERACE; 9 LINEAR ACCELERATOR; 30 LITTLE WHITE DOVE; 288 LONE WOLF; 39 MENTAL DISORDER; 515 MIDNIGHT STAR; 559 MRS. HEAD; 16 NECROPHILIA NIGHT RIDER; 221 PELER; 116 PINKABOO; 37 POCAHONTAS; 195 REAR GUNNER; 41 RUNNING BARE; 63 SCARLET; 637 SIR ARSE HOPPER; 530 SIR ARSE-A-HOLIC; 516 SIR BOTTOMLESS PITT; 630 SIR DOG; 537 SIR MC; 533 SIR REALLY SADISTIC BASTARD; 389 SNOOPY; 19 SPERM POLLUTER; 242 STINKY SLOPPY SECONDS; 236 SWEETIE; 408 TADPOLE; 146 TURD BURGLAR; 486 UNCLE PERVY; 32 VASELINE THIGHS; 635 VIETNAMESE VIOLATOR; 132 WANK-KING’S WANKER

15 Returnees

166 BANGKA BLOWER; 48 BUTCH CASSIDY; 150 CABBAGE FLAPS; 147 CABBAGE KNIEVEL; 76 CABBAGE PRINCESS; 103 KATOY ANAL MASTURBATOR; 92 MARATHON MAN; 70 MUD CRACKER; 20 PUSSY WHIPPED; 63 RABBIT SHOOTER; 42 RASPUTIN; 20 SEXY BUM; 312 SMILING BROWN SPIDER; 23 SUZY WONG; 56 TORPEDO TITS

8 Visitors with their Total Runs and Mother Hash

1 Colin Conner — Bangkok Hash, Thailand
1 Darren Tiffen — Bangkok Hash, Thailand
18 BULLTRACK — Korea Hash
16 MUD’S CRACKER — Pattaya Bush Hash, Thailand
10 ABSOLUTELY FUCKING CLUELESS – Pattaya Jungle Hash, Thailand
3 WAIT AWHILE — Pattaya Bush Hash, Thailand
7 SHIT MY PANTS — Pattaya Jungle Hash, Thailand
24 Mick Harrison DEEP THROAT — Port Moresby Hash, Papua New Guinea

1 Virgins

Siwapreeya Thiengjit

1 Leavers

BANANAS

1 Anniversaries

SIR ARSE-A-HOLIC — Hared 10 runs


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