Report from mo 3 jan 2022 – Run 1923 – Hangover Run
‘And Monday is a hashing day’. Oh yes it is. The last bahtbus but one took off at 15:09. As the co-pilot from the driver I was privileged to see the many many pallet lanes, almost like I was sitting in business class. The scenic views were nice.
For me it was the lucky number day : 3/1/22 => 3+1 is 2+2. I had chosen for the group of the beer hunters as I was too sick for sth else. Soon I did my own Run : dancing with numbers, with dogs and visiting the houses of the monks, I didn’t got a chance to see the Omiocron on trail. And as I closed my eyes on trail, respected the rules of masks, no drinking with the monks and the absolute silence, my brain cleaned up completely. Respect what you are expected to do in these difficult times, but also not too much …
The GM iced the hares : confusion was the key-word.
A great raffle with 25 prices from high class. I was lucky to receive the Norvegian chocolate.
Scar put his companion hares on the ice, including himself. It was the best run until this year. The walkers had fucked up the trail, so Smokey Trucky Fucky arrived in the bucket. Paprika Smiley knows all the rules from the different hashings, but explained a too long story about checks, back-checks, … Have you noticed the modern version of RA Scar : he walked in the circle with a tablet …
GM thanked Scar, but also Paprika Smiley for his outstanding work for the hash books. Then followed a romantic story between Paprika and Feel My Meat, who is getting now her 3rth husband. This time it cannot go wrong with a guy like Paprika. Aren’t they a lovely couple ?
A birth-day cake was presented to Feel My Meat by The Great Nit.
VV, the best brewmaster of the world, that day, was iced. I missed the clue as I had to go pie so quickly, after drinking too much Leo’s.
Something Stupid on the ice, also VV and Pussy Snatcher, but it was Beetrood Head who finally received the price of Wanker of the Week.
The Great Nit arrived in the bucket, for talking too much. I couldn’t stop laughing. There was also a new name for the companion of Mayo Queen from the Belgian Connection : not Mayo Screamer or Mayo Cream, but Sexy Mountain. Who doesn’t want to climb on that ? Ok, I try to keep it polite … “I wanna be called sth but I don’t wanna be called sth stupid”. Well whatever, nevermind …
In the meantime : respect the Green Laws.
Lord Chicken Fucker brought us a “coffin” to bury the Omicron virus. Like he walked in the past in the bucket, this time we got a whole ceremony about room and space in the “coffin”.
Ball Ringer on the ice.
Spermie, a real key-member of the hashing family : final down-down. Ging Gang Goolies in the bucket with two beers. No shut up. Poor man.
With the song from the hares, I couldn’t scribe anymore because of Spermies Gingles.
The note for the hares from the GM, was the most funny part of the evening.
Any volunteers for the bucket ? I smoked the sigaret from friend STF a little harder, as the final countdown, led by dirigent Spermy, brought an end to a great day, full with beers from the hares. Coming Home will unfortunately come too quickly, once again, also for me. But, hope to see all again in my next holiday.
On On,
MGKIG
PS : the evening continued greatfully with some Rovers. The last Rovers who took care for me, were Spermie, Supervirgin and The Great Nit. Thanks for that …