Still feeling slightly hazy after the previous day's jungle run left my defenses weak as our GM asked me to scribe. An initial "I would rather not" was not accepted by Sir Stains as he handed me the trusty clipboard. The a-site was close to the road and our activities were watched with interest by a few passing cyclists and motorbikers. Sign ups were over fairly quickly and the first circle assembled. For the first time ever after a new shoe down-down,a virgin crack requesteda second from her other shoe, either a hash hero or some serious obsessive compulsive disorder. The hares Sir Dog, Doesn’t touch the sides & Black holegave a briefing forthe run and madea particular emphasisto the crops in the area and how the farmer had a shotgun to deal with any hashers who strayed too far off the trail.
The sandy trail led ustowards Wat Yan and the paper was well laid and allowed a good pace at the front to the first check. The pack was mostly together by the timeit was solved as we headed into the shiggy.The pack wandered on mostly in single file through the bush until the next check on a road left hashers scurrying in all directions before on-on was called on the road to the right. A long stretch on the black top spread the pack right out as the frbs, Beverly hills pink cock, Cheap Norgy cunt and Pig Pusher Swine Stabber opened up the pace.After a bit too long on the road, the trailledtosome snurgling in the J towards Buddha Mountain.At the next check Cabbage Knievel and Stinky sloppy seconds were already looking as I arrived and paper was found by a house heading round the edge of apineapple field. The a-site was visible from the final check and a downhill trot through the sand led us on-in. The FRBs returned after around 40 minutes finding a handful of SCBs (RSB, Lord Lucan & Cabbage Flaps) already there. The rest of the pack wandered back over the next 30 minutes or so asthe booze started flowing, the hot-dogs were devoured and thelatest gossipwas circulated ready to be twisted and exaggerated forthe night's entertainment.
Special improvised cups were made by our brewmaster,Bottomless Pit for the down-downs in order to save the planet and the Hares were first tobe refreshed.After the raffle, Emperor Airheaddealt with the hares again and apart a borderline paper abuse accusation, a good run was declared.No more cumsat whilst the latest bad dad stories were revealedbefore the circle was handedvia the GM to Hellboy. The joint master punished some visitors for leaning on MC's car, Charlie Manson for short cutting through crops and One eyed trouser snake for looking like a Taliban terrorist.Some interesting logicmadeinebriation preferable to sobrietybut previous drunken accidents from PPSS, Pussy snatcher and MC may have disproved the theory. TheGM dealt with the usual business of returnees, leavers, virgins and anniversaries then SCF entered wearing a g-string on his head savouring the flavour of the man in the boat. Torpedo tits joined him displaying a g-stringof her own before removing it and giving him double the pleasure. Scar TT was at this point wearing a mankini and his third gender antics were exposed.Some secret discussions with the Virgin brought by My girlfriend knows I'm gay led to a business deal, selling her for 10,000 bahtfor SCFs pleasure. King Yao Yao's menageriewas discussedbefore the proceedings were handed to the lastRA- Scar TT. Cabbage Knievel & VV got some bucket time for yakking and Anal Breadfruit had to explain how the mankini previously modeled by the RA was too small for the girl it was intended for.At the GMs request, the hares showed us their rings and SCF declared he was on strike from master of music soSir Stainssang the old classic of "finger in" in c minor.The hash hymnwas completed as the bus headed back to TQ for hotdog's whilst the remaining hashers formed a search party looking forLord Lucan's car keys. See you all at theChristmas run next week.
On-on,
Cabbage Head