Goooshhh not more than half way into the circle, that the make-shift GM GI Joe appointed me as this weeks scribe, with already a few Carlsberg's downed I have to open the register and draw on what is left in my beer obstructed brain airways.... It seemed like a small pack this week, at least the ones out on trail with more and more by-standers and non-participants & late cummers around, also in the circle.
It was a sort of teaching lesson Spag Head gave to his virgin co-hares who will be married (we learned later on in the circle) soon. After getting married it will then be no more Next Week and Once A Week but Next Year and maybe Once A Year! Anyway all hares done a good job and good effort with an hour of sortich run for the FRB's, and it was mostly myself this time who set the pace around the Chinese cemetery guessing every check right. Out from the picturesque spacious A-site, we had many local by-standers today, all of Chinese origin, quiet though mostly because they're dead and buried around the A-site. Holy Grail, what an holy ground for the Hash.... Anyway...the pack went out and into the bushes and after a few easy checks and through a stinky agri factory site where I chatted a while with Poopachino and found out that we met each others this morning for 2 seconds in his office just next to the Austrian Consulate where I bumped in by co-incidence. Soon after we came to the everything changing check on the stinky river bed.... well, only GI Joe and Jackal, overconfident where the trail might go ventured out into the swamp and Swamp Rats H3 reborn. Deeper and deeper they got into the quicksandich mud, immersed up to their nipples and never seen again on the true trail...
It was our one and only Horse who found the way out of the area leading the way to the Chinese temple into another check. I arrived late and took the only way which was not checked out yet along the temple and found paper soon after.... leading the way all through to the A-site guessing most checks right. A nice finish I thought, along the airfield of the flying club and through some Australian like bushes, although no Abo's around back into the graveyards of this weeks by-standers on home. Well done Hares!!
After VV's sandwich buffet it was in the most perfectly GPS designed and marked circle, Spaghetti style. In place of missing in action GM Hellboy GI Joe took charge. Usual proceedings with Hares, Virgins, Visitors and Returnees I was amazed that abt 25 people only participated in the circle and 23 Returnees signed up... All the Bad RA's took over the circle (Title created on an earlier run ha ha), first the Australians Captain Kangaroo and then the TQ Deputy Chief Executive Officer Meme, the Sheik from the Australian Outback who iced each others and accusing each others to be the baddest RA (or was it baldest, barest or loudest, I can't remember) on the scene. Down downs were specially executed on the Spaghetti Head and his virgin co-hares who decided during the recce to get married after being consulted by an experienced Married Man.
“quote from my favorite Woody Allen movie:
Woody Allen sit next to this prostitute, unsure about engaging her services....she looks at him and says: you surely look like a married man..... he replies: oh really....how does a married man look like? She replies: you look like somebody who haven't got a blowjob in a long time ...”
Beverly Hills Pink Cock took over the circle and iced GI-Joe and Jackal for being the Swamp Rats H3 reborn of the day. However, GI Joe meanwhile cleaned up properly and Jackal still smelling like fishy fingers... he was smelling so much that even his mates from outer space didn't want to talk to him today, hence he got lost on the trail. GI Joe whispering his secrets to me before the circle started after I asked him....woowww your shoes must be smelly today? No he answered, Squeeze my Tube brings a brush along and cleans them right after the run, no problem!! What a perfect girlfriend, only serves the master! Maybe we should re-name her into “Cleans My Shoes” or “Cleans My Smelly Shoes”!
After a “Filipino created” and executed song for the soon to-be-married co-hares and the Hash Hymn the circle was closed and apology was send and note given that there will be no On On on the day because the Carousel Bar is closed.
On On
Beverly Hills Pink Cock