It is the morning after the night before and seeing as it is a Tuesday morning and I have a hang-over that means I must have been back with the PH3 and it went something like this.
After getting on the back of a baht bus and seeing my old china Wankings Wanker our latest GM, he had a dicky bird and somehow I ended up volunteering to be this week’s scribe so after signing up and handing over some of the local bees & honey, followed by a quick chat the circle was called with this week’s hares Marathon Man & Really Sadistic Bastard describing today's run.
Off we trundled down the frog and toad to take a butcher’s hook for some linen draper that would lead us back to the pig’s ear, it was a bit soggy on the old plates of meat and after a while I found that I was off trail with Emperor Airhead, Liberace & Velcro Dick. Well for a while we did not have a Scooby doo until the Emperor used his loaf and with the mince pies of an experienced hasher got us back to the A site for an Aristotle or two.
After a few beers the circle was called by the GM and the hares are put on ice with Marathon Man drinking water so that there would be enough beer left for Really Sadistic Bastard, the run was put to the vote with the feeling that the run was the dogs bollocks by the 61 hashers that had turned out.
All the septic tanks where put on ice until Sir Spaghetti Head volunteered Extra Testicle to help him hare the Halloween run at the end of this month, Hash heroes again.
The raffle was held by Bottomless Pit with winners being Pocahontas, General Kidney Wiper, Sweetie and Emperor Airhead winning the last item on the raffle cain & able, a lovely dickory dock, it was announced that the proceeds from the raffle will not be used to get a lawyer for Free Willy’s up and coming date with the garden gate as it was felt that the money would be better spent on some more beer.
Returnees are given a down down and then Sir Dog for 600 runs since July 2000 & Crazy Pussy was awarded her 50 run mug.
Barnacle Bollox was iced for talking bollocks around the circle, it was noted that this was not the first time and won’t be the last.
Emperor Airhead takes the circle for some religious advice and iced Absolutely No Fucking Idea, Spankinstien and Extra Testicle for being the only hashers having worked recently, more the fools us.
The GM Wankings Wanker re-takes the circle after gathering his thoughts for a cock linnet and iced Mental Disorder for running with a gammy knee, and then Irene and all the Filipinos are iced, Irene was a Jungle H3 virgin the day before and had also never had a drop of alcohol pass her lips until she saw Ball Ringer and Really Sadistic Bastard making out like man and trouble and strife, getting all gay and frisky and I don’t mean whiskey, and that is why she got so elephants trunk, but not as drunk as Ball Ringer must have been as he fell out the back of the taxi on the way home luckily cushioning the fall with his forehead even thought he did feel a bit more ginger beer than usual.
All the swimmers where iced as one of them had a tom tit in the lake with Turd Burglar put in the bucket as the guilty party.
It was announced that Horse and Vietnamese Violator are to put on a special run in the near future with loop the loop and other stuff to be consumed.
Leavers where all given a down down, followed by Marathon Man singing a song and then the Hash Hymn.
The taxi whisked us back to Pattaya and some more beers and bull shit at the Diana Dragon.
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Absolutely No Fucking Idea