It was looking like another stormy Monday. Many people were obviously worried about the weather so they stayed at home.
I was surprised to see the lovely Ewok back from her hash holiday in Perth, Australia. But where is the equally lovely Tadpole? Could she be training for her next marathon?
The hares this week Flipper and Free Willy a true hash family were our stand-in hares. When they heard there were no hares slated for this week, the loving couple bravely leapt into the breech, volunteering to solve the dilemma in their usual cheerful way. True Hash Heroes.
The a-site was set in a scenic park-like area which had been wisely marked with big hash signs. The Hamburger lady Chicken Legs was doing a roaring trade in the carnival like atmosphere of excited hashers.
The circle was called and many virgins and new shoes were welcomed by the GM Spaghetti Head. Are you Sure was sat in the bucket and became a hash loser for leaving his hat at the sign-up area. The hares then explained about the run, so off we went.
As we scampered up the mountain trail, the beautiful lake receded as the virgin jungle completely engulfed us. After a few minutes in the lush and hypnotic forest I became scared and headed back to the warmth and security of the beer truck. On and on the runners ran, confused at the sheer beauty and intricate checks. Paper was cleverly used to mark the trail and the checks kept the quivering pack together.
Our professional Runner Shit Through A Duck was first back to the water stop, he was also the last man to sign up for the run and also the last man to start the run. He confused us all by saying "Good Run". These were words that the Willy family had never heard before, but as other runners voiced the same opinion, a reborn Free Willy grinned from ear to ear.
After many beers and lots of back slapping, the hares started pouring the down downs and the Grand Master reconvened the circle. He then iced the hares and asked for everyone's opinion about the run. Much to Willy's surprised delight once again he was serenaded with those beautiful words "Good run - Hash Heroes".
The Grand Master then laid down the law on The beer police selection and following the American plan for these types of emergencies, the circle by unanimous decision then voted Fucking Dog as the new Beer Police Commissioner, and a more dedicated, honest and respected man would be very hard to find. Three cheers for the new Beer Police Commissioner!
Sheikh MeMe took over the circle and soon had everyone in tears with laughter. He is an amazing man. A Front runner and a very capable RA. He is an asset and a true world class Hasher.
Unfortunately I had to leave at this time, Hot Dogs needed boiling at The TQ.
The circle carried on with The GM taking care of the anniversaries, Free Willy 350 runs, Ewok 400 run mug and Sir Chicken Fucker got his 850th run award of a Crystal Tankard, I sure hope he got it home safely.
Sir Chicken Fucker took the circle and iced the sinners. The Hares song and Hash Hymn finished off the evening and then it was back on the bus to TQ-1 for the famous TQ Hot Dogs. Thanks TQ.
On On
Emperor Airhead
Please note:
Anyone who wishes to use this a-site in the future. Please contact Seaman Swallow first and she will arrange for the use of the site. She was spoken to yesterday by the site owners who hadn’t been pre-advised of our run. Thanks.