I was running late this week so I rode my motor cycle out to a very familiar A-site which Clit Face and myself have used before a few years ago. There were quite a few burrows around so one had to be careful where one stepped.
I just managed to sign up as the circle was being called. Virgins and new shoes were dealt with then the Hares led the pack off. I decided to stay put due to having a long jungle run the previous day. So I hung around the beer truck in order to shoot the shit over a few San Migs with Doctor Derelick.
The front runners, Shit Through A Duck, H.I.V. and G.I. Joe were in around about the 1 hour mark. On the run H.I.V. came face to face with a huge Elephant (Chang if your Thai). They both scared the shit out of each other. A good trail was reported and with interesting checks.
The circle is called as the sun sets and it's time to turn on the new beer truck lights, the crowd sang out WOW! This wagon as all the extras.
The hares were then iced, having 3 good experienced hares it had to be a good run, well done guys. The GM Spaghetti Head also iced Hell Boy, Bottomless Pit and Miserable Cunt for doing a great job of shopping around for the great new beer truck. The raffle was then done by everyones favourite raffle misstress Seaman Swallow. I had a few tickets myself this week and I had my eyes on those gay looking pants that H.I.V. had donated. Hell Boy the lucky guy who won them was then shown how to wear them by H.I.V. The bad RA was called in to ice the gay ones, Hell Boy, Lord Lucan and H.I.V. who was taking the piss out of them. I myself thought they looked cool.
Free Willy was called in about his birthday run next week and thanked for stepping in to hare at short notice. Luckily I've booked a ticket to stir up those Phuket hashers next week so I won't be there.
The GM then welcomes the 4 virgins into the circle for their down downs.
Emperor Airhead just back from his annual vacation back to the good old U.S.A. takes the circle and makes a point that the singing is getting pathetic, so we all sung a little louder after that. He then ices all the gay ones who are wearing those pretty pants, Hell Boy, Lord Lucan and H.I.V. who was taking the piss out of Hell Boy because of the gay name of his Go Go bar The BJ Club. Yet where H.I.V. comes from (The Okinawa Hash) is where all the gay sailors run. It was about this time I was put in the bucked for liking these gay pants.
Airhead calls the hares on ice for being real men, but the HHH signs with no colour in them, they reckon Ringworm's 14 year old daughter made them.
Sheikh MeMe iced the GM for supposedly having a different scribe each week during the year, yet MeMe has now scribed twice this year.
Bam Bam ices all the American hashers for their guys playing well during the Ryder Cup. He also iced the gay hashers from London (must be friends of Free Willy).
Finally the hares back in to sing us a song, it was short but educational about their hairy bollocks. We closed off the evening with the Hash Hymn and loaded up the bus to head for Jameson's. As I walked to my motor cycle I noticed the hares car revving because he had managed to get one of his wheels stuck in one of those burrows. Luckily some strong lads managed to pull him out.
A great night in Jameson's over a few Guinness. I then noticed Flash Git a hasher who I met in the UK last month whilst I was there for a hash weekend for The Teign Valley Run #1234, it's a small world isn't it?
So On On from the Badman
Arse-Holeo