As I was waiting at the sign up desk (on time this week) for Ball Ringer and Bam Bam to sort out a stuff up, Seaman Stains tapped me on the shoulder and said you can be scribe, I replied no worries mate.
So then he called the circle and dealt with the new shoes, the victim was May who did the down down out of them.
The Hares came in next to explain the run and off we all went in a Southerly direction. Golden Dildo and myself set off at a good pace when I heard a large dog growling behind me, I turned around to notice King Yao Yao jumping and hanging onto his arse in fright, luckily the mongrel missed out on a good feed. On we went through some quarries, up and down gullies, a quite scenic area as you got away from the motorways. Down and around a large lake through some jungle, I solved the first couple of checks ok and caught up with Drippy, at about the 45 minute mark I met up with Really Sadistic Bastard, I guessed he must have short cutted somewhere so we ran side by side for a while till we came to a small ditch. As I jumped across the RSBastard got under my feet and I went arse over tit (the little prick). As we came to the last check, which was a most interesting 360 degrees, I went right to a FT, so went in the opposite direction to find another FT, so the trail turned out lower down leading to the original way which confused us, we then came to the on-in, it took 55 mins. Tough run I thought, well done hares.
The circle: After we ate some snacks and a few cold refreshments the GM called the circle, he called in Hellboy to police the circle and pick out the noisy ones. His idea was 1st yak yak was a yellow card, the second yak yak was a red card and straight into the ice bucket. I thought a great idea as being a scribe I can then hear what is going on. I'm sure those French bastards would have been the first but to my surprise it was our old mate Drippy of all people in the bucket whilst the hares were dealt with for the run, assessment, most of us said the run a-site was great.
Next up was our lovely Seaman Swallow calling the raffle (good to see her back after a few weeks, I thought maybe she was on the GM's bone pile). 6 winners in all for some small goodies.
Next is Emperor Airhead to take the circle who gets the Hares in and all is good. Next he calls in Liberace (named in Chiang mai by my Hamersley mate for his missing fingers for the piano) and a 80 year old virgin hasher who has traveled the world over the years and experienced all kinds of things and compares them same to a day in Pattaya.
Next the GM Seaman Stains calls in the returnees, visitors, virgins and sponsors for a welcome down down. Also, well done my Aussie mate Bam Bam for his 100th Run and German Shepherd for his 250th run.
Next our own Sir Chicken Fucker takes over the circle and ices the two lost hashers and the hash hero for finding them on his motorcycle. And next you guessed it our own T4 with his house keeper (Tuck) who gets a name change to T4's Bitch for sharing everything together. SCF then noticed a lovely crack with a 1996 T-shirt with Sir Chicken Fucker on the back when he had nice straight black hair.
Finally Pussy Snatcher and his crack were iced to demonstrate a bit of sex on the ice, whilst the hares stepped in and Bam Bam did a song for them, an x-rated version of the sound of music.
We then closed with the hash hymn and off we went to the TQ for some Hot Dogs and lots of fun and entertainment, I did notice later on that Try-A-Fuck and Nordic Princess were getting on quite well!
On On
Arse-Holeo