Another Songkran out of the way, and a thought goes out to fellow Hashers injured in the Festivities.
HellBoy our GM was not in Charge this week as his wife hit by a motorcycle in the Festivities and at the time of me writing this is still in Hospital, we all send our thoughts and wish her well.
Beverly Hills pink Cock was in a pickup truck rolled of the road and has cuts and bruises and is well, but not enough to Run on the Hash, fortunately he was in the cab, those in the back not so fortunate as they were thrown out, his girlfriend is still in Hospital with spinal injuries.
Steptoe slipped over in the water and has returned home, to have tendons in his arm seen to by a surgeon back in England.
Back to the run report,
Nice A site, flat and plenty of room for all the cars.
Looking at the approaching black clouds, you just new it was going to be a wet run and it was.
Our Gm for the day was Scar with Two T’S, who due to the impending weather got on with the circle,
No virgins.
No new shoes.
The Hares Free Willy and Crack My Coccyx got the run underway in quick time, no Bee’s, no dogs, no mad cows, and red paint, Simple.
FRB’s Mud Cracker and Pussy Snatcher or Pussy Snapper as our Honorable GM calls him, were off never to be seen or heard from again.
The run was a runners run, well put together, plenty of paper laid, and it needed
It as it Pissed down all through the run.
Most of the runners back in 50 minutes to 1 hour, which for Monday was about right.
Back at the A site, Judging by the amount of dry walkers under umbrellas, they must have walked as far as the bus, cars, wooden shelter.
On with the very wet circle.
Prize winners; Mainly the Cracks; Sweetie, Cabbage Queen, and ???
Sir Chicken Fucker iced for continuing use of slave labour.
Mud Cracker iced for not being wanted in Africa.
Torpedo Tits and Stupid Kraut Cunt iced for indiscretions.
Retard Wanker iced for being well Retard Wanker.
Emperor Airhead stepped in for the On On bar with T Queen as HellBoys Titty Twister not available for obvious reasons .
My sheet of paper just about to disintegrate in the damp conditions and beer taking effect, that’s about it.
On On
Try-A-Fuck