Angola Over. One and a half years of purgatory.
In transit here in Pattaya, then onto “Amazing” (Sorry Thailand) Australia.
On the home front, not too good. The misses had a spine operation over Songkran, so my daughter had to drive the car. During Songkran!!! Yep there was a prang and it is smashed up. Everything okay except my bank balance. So it was with some trepidation I drove my custom built car to the hash yesterday. Basically it has no front, but that could be said of me for a long time.
Had time to shoot the shit with Clit, Rubber Dick, Sir Spag and Lord Chook about the demise of our good friend Hoser, who passed away last week. I believe there is a wake at Cannoukville next week with his ashes.
Our GM. Hellboy called the circle to order and informed us of the tragic outcome of his misses being injured during Songkran. She is still in a coma and the hospital bill is now up to 2,000,000 baht. He is selling off some good stuff this week to try and pay for the astronomic hospitalization costs. So please go along to his bar and help out.
Hellboy, I know you do not want to hear the usual rhetoric, but we are with you man!!
Next we moved onto the regular hash business.
Scribe wanted. No takers. Free Willy laid down the gauntlet. Basically he shamed me (and I hope others) into my lack of participation in hash.
The hares then on in. Bottomless Pit and Scotty. We were informed no dogs, cattle or barbed wire. We were off. Running past Free Willy’s sexy boutique, he murmured “it worked then.”
It did for me.
Hit the first check and of course there was the main pack way in front of me. Everybody had gone to the right. Bam Bam says “Do you hear that?”
It was a “canine cacophony.” He said “They told us no dogs!”
We went the other way and sure enough it was a false trail the main pack took and we both hit the real paper first. We all know it, hash smarts do make it.
I do not know if there were any bovine barricades (cattle) or barbed wire, but “Shit Through a Duck seemed to make it fairly quickly.
We moved on in daylight, which was a nice change from my last visit. Shooting the shit with King YaoYao and we talked about both our recent runs of bad luck. Seemingly, Queen Stella, has been in contact with someone who says that if you have the number “5” in your house this is the reason for your outbreak of bad luck.
Now you can change the number on your front gate in a minute, but the Post Office…… I do not know.
There is stuff I cannot understand on my hash sheet notes which are really completely decipherable.
Midnight Star’s dad bad. Master Bates running from Katoeys, but Sir Chook running after them.
Bus people on the ice (only seven).
Bottomless Pit’s wife is the real Hash truck cleaner. Also Bottomless Pit does not need a jack for the beer truck, only Jack Daniels.
Bam Bam’s misses pregnant but only paying for one. V.V. Super hare.
Lord Chicken Fucker 1000 Runs T-Shirt. Colonel Cornhole 100 Runs T-Shirt.
Well done guys.
I know we had various RA’s. Who did what I am not too sure, because I had a great time listening and not taking notes.
Airhead old Reliable RA.
Scar with 2Ts stand in for GM.
Lord Chuck you really are crazy.
Bam Bam Keep icing all ethnics.
Of course another great hash. Do we ever have a bad one.
Thanks Classroom 2 for the Happy Hour.
On On,
General Kidney Wiper