Another fine day in the Kingdom finds us at the “A” site, a good turn out it seems.
Once Hellboy was done lounging, he calls in the circle and summons the hares “Beetroot head”, “Col. Corn hole” and “Borderline”.
Run explained and they’re off. Seemed easy enough at first….
Early checks were acceptable at first, apparently that changed in the second half.
Further on some confusion as to F/T & F/C’s, lack of paper was mentioned and no one yelling out, which lead to a very long run for some. As the runners trickled in after dark, all of them? We may never know, but as was mentioned “Fuck’em, navigate by the stars” Well we’re not all old seamen.
On to the circle,Hellboy asking for volunteers for “Hash Flash” and cook for next week. You could see the panic set in at the thought of no food next week.
“Friar Fudge” is the new paparazzi when available as he is gainfully employed. Apparently he was unavailable for photo’s and delegated it to “Liberace” until the Russian cracks took the ice. Then in a flurry of activity behind the iced cracks, Fudge apparently “lost” something in back of them, he spent quite a bit of time “looking” around back there. I’m guessing it was “The rear of the year” was the issue. All can agree, no Willy your not the rear of the year, although a close second always.
“Beetroot head” ordered into the bucket by the G.M for confusion on second half of run, which would be one of many trips to the bucket. I’m sure one trip was for being from Blackburn, often confused with Blackburnistan.
Airhead takes over the circle explaining this run is a “Real men run”. Some how during the event “Friar Fudge” obtained ice power from Hellboy and iced “Tommy” [Airhead]. Perhaps a flashback from Fudge’s hippy days or confusing Airhead with the deaf dumb and blind kid who sure plays a mean pinball, or Ann Margaret, we’re not sure yet.
Onto the raffle, in an ironic twist “Ratso” chooses the non toxic rat poison how ever that may work...
Next “Chicken fucker takes the circle and ices “Golden dildo” for being him, well tried to ice him but he shot off the ice like a 250lb dildo would, golden or not. C.F claiming he’s special, not sure if it’s short bus “special” or Ann Margaret “special”, the jury is still out.
Chicken Fucker ices “Bluenose” wishing him syphilis and gonorrhea and any other STD available. He may have beaten him to the punch by the looks of him.
Almost done with the festivities, “Friar Fudge” almost made it out of there dry until C.F put him in the bucket for the usual talking during the circle. While in the bucket a special song was being sung, unfortunately for Fudge they kept forgetting the words.
Finally done to Fudge’s relief as he was still looking for his nuts on the drive home.
Hellboy looking for absent beer police, absentee must have been busy stealing the vest that goes along with the position. Oops.. Hellboy did find him in the bucket eventually and gave him hashshit.
Imagine that.
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