Once upon a time, in the land of smiles, was a boy named Milky Way, pointed out to be the scribe. Little did he know what the fuck to do, so this is what he wrote after reading his notes:
It was a hot and shiny Monday, Milky Way and his two poor friends; Short Fucked and Rita’s Missing Dildo, had just come back from a sightseeing trip to the million year stone park with some girls in company. They all sat down in the hotel to relax, but then suddenly time jumps and it’s 5 minutes till the bus drives off to the hash a-site. So therefore they asked to be picked up at the (Siam Bayview) hotel entrance, this worked out very well.
We arrived at a nice little place with smile full hashers. The view was nice but some complained about the grass not being cut, or burned. The GM called to form a circle and talked about the run, some said it was the 145th run but some said 1452nd. At least it was the first Monday run of 2012 and some had to drink from the sandals.
The run was good and very hot, at least for poor Milky Way. He started off to run with his father and friends, but after a few meters, one fell off. And not too short after, Milky Way began to walk a bit and looked back to see if RMD(Rita’s Missing Dildo) was behind, but little did he see.
When Milky Way was finished with the run, he tried to find RMD in case he had turned around and not finished the run. But RMD was not there. After a while, GM Hellboy pointed out Milky Way to be the scribe on the run, Milky Way did not know anything about being a scribe so that should be fun he thought. After that The GM wanted to gather the circle, but not everybody was back from the run, so the circle had to hold. 15 minutes later, the last walkers came in, and it was Rita’s Missing Dildo and two girls, “so that was why they were gone for so long” Milky Way thought. And so the GM could start the circle.
Much is to be told about the circle as always, after the GM gave some few down downs, he gave the circle to Emperor Airhead who had a fun talk about us hasher looking like gypsies from Europe since we both do travel out of the city and to some random farmers field and park our cars, setup shop and forming circle where we do traditional stuff and sing songs.
The raffle prize competition was very funny, both Milky Way and his father GM Scar W2Ts both won. The son choosing the baton and knife, while the father got a pink Barbie bag. The cheap champagne used in some down downs was also very good. And also this time there were some new virgin Russians, and some Russians + some from Finland who had no hash shirt, poor people. But they did make up for it with they’re Russian ballerinas taking a swing for us.
Later on GM Scar got the hash trash reward because someone found his visit card on the ground on the run. And at the end there were lots of songs sung by an English guy I do not know or remember the name of.
All in all a very good run and circle. Now comes the time where I end my scribing or something because I have now soon arrived at the airport to catch my flight to Norway, poor me.
And some guy told me that the brewmaster is the best in the whole world, but nobody agrees?
On On
Milky Way