Correcting Run Records Policy

Hellboy steps aside as GM, and Scar with Two Tees takes over. After the new shoes are dealt with, the runners hit the trail. The run made me feel like I was back at school and the run featured beautiful views, and thankfully, there was no rain!
The circle is called and the hares Spaghetti Head and E.T. are iced and given Hash Shit for their graffiti art at the Asian University A-site. E.T just can’t leave the schoolyard alone.
Emperor Airhead takes the circle and promotes the Halloween costume competition. All the children in their costumes, Airhead and his Filipino tribe all done up in silver foil, and VV looking like something very creepy. Arsehopper done up as a warlock, and looking better than he usually does for it (“not–quite-so-ugly”). The assembled hashers didn’t help the judging of the winners and in the end everyone seemed to get a prize.
Barnacle Bollocks takes the circle and entertained us with some of his rhymes.
BB was next and regaled the by now well-lubricated assembly with his dirty ditties.
It was now time to deal with the gay quarter. It was decided that the names John Wayne and Wyatt Earp might be a little too precious and needed repairing. The circle agreed the names of Marion and Why So Small seemed much more manly and Hash-worthy and were duly given. These guys seem very friendly, I’m not sure about them. I think I’ll keep my distance on the next run.
Full marks go to the crazy Russian Pussy Galore, falling on her face, pissed as a newt in the middle of the circle. She’s the kind of girl I could really fall for, we having so much in common.
Sir Really Sadistic Bastard received his 500th run chair. So now he can sit around and do what he always had done and drink Chang, but now “do it in style”.
There were so many icings that I actually lost count (and maybe I was getting a little pissed, too). However, rest assured, everyone deserved it.
Anyway, to finish off the night Honey Bear serenaded us with the ballad “Father and Son” and brings a tear to ole’ Missing Link’s eye.
PS: Got twice as pissed as usual doing the Scribe as everyone kept bringing beer. “I hadn’t expected this pleasant benefit of the job.”

All the Best:
Missing Link