Musings on the baht bus about Seal Suckers' upcoming 500th run (almost within reach) and supposed privilege in choosing an honorific. He felt Sir or Lord would be beneath him, more like King. BB reckoned he was already king of beach road, what with his entourage of 1000 Baht princesses. No, he wanted to be Stallion Seal Sucker. The consensus was he could be Stallion Sucker. All for nowt, he'll stay as he is.
At the run site caught up with an old pal from Subic H3, Blow My Pipe. Was on his way back to the Philippines after hernia surgery in the USA.
Ersatz GM The Wizard (Milky Piss indisposed) called the circle to order for run 2099 and mentally arithmetised that next week's run would be run 3000. This was confirmed by an inebriated but mathematical whizz shitHead.
4 female hares (I don't think there's a 'w' in that word) one of whose ha$h monikers means Sweet Pussy I am unreliably informed.
Lost property. Whore in the Window gave a lift home to several hashers and noticed an unfamiliar pair of shoes left in his car. Followed up with each of the passengers, none of whom had lost shoes. Reported found property, but eventually was able to identify himself as the owner of said shoes. Brain fade. And why did he buy a fairy-fag poofy blue pair of runners? Better keep an eye on this dude.
Well marked trail with about a quarter of a ton of shredded paper, and the most beautifully painted sticks yet seen on trail. Anal acrobat got his comeuppance for another crime. Either he or Mayo Queen lost a pair of specs. Another loser, or one of the above, missed the unmissable split and did the runner's trail.
The theme seemed to be the agricultural bounty of Thailand. We went through plantations of rubber, palm oil, tapioca and coconuts. Quite possible the runners visited pineapple and rambutan orchards.
Was pleased to hear the pounding feet of runners about to overtake me shortly before the on in (cold beer on arrival!). Trails were 7.5 and 4.5kms respectively. No big hills so a fast run. Positive reviews from Home Brew, Speedo Pete, Atomic Muff Diver and Car Licker. GI Joe managed to avoid his usual hash Crash and Panzer Fister confirmed the trail was on tank-friendly terrain.
The raffle was conducted with the rumbling diapason (I think it is a real word) of Stupid Kraut Cunt's intoning "corruption". Panzer Fister got red wine, Pole Dancer got whisky, Home Brew came to collect his laundry liquid but was encumbered by a towel and sat on ice. Who the fuck am I won but also sat on ice.
Emperor Air Head's circle. Complimented hares on approaching the land owner to set trail on his land. French dude Michel, having completed 15 runs, got named. Apparently he did 45 years in gaol, talks a lot and remembers nothing. His handle? Slippery Frog Cunt [EDIT: I checked with Airhead, and it was actually Slippery Frog Tongue… but never less the truth get in the way…]. I also learnt that the French invented pencils. Roll call of nationalities, the winners? Belgians! Long story about Derek Miller and Hell Boy. Bell End received recognition for haring 20 runs. The Wizard did his 400th run about a month ago. Lady Squeeze my Tube needed her car fixed - a not infrequent occurrence. Where's this all going? Oh yes the final down down. And now for that beer I promised myself on completion of this report.
On on shitHead