It was a long baht bus ride under grey skies to a new A site near Highway 331.
The skies got darker and the threat of rain happened sooner as well as later and with the A site under new power pylons it was lucky there was no thunderstorm. The rain was sporadic and it prompted the Rags Master, Something Stupid, to put up and down his display like a whore on a Dirt Road.
Two Dicks was the only one with new shoes and there were no virgins.
The hares very kindly provided food, a Japanese curry dish with rice which was appreciated by everyone. Then around 6.30pm a rather cranky GM called for the second circle.
Hash Trash was called and Horst Dick was so keen to admit to Hash Crash he came forward so was put on the ice anyway. Three pairs of socks were not claimed and as they smelt clean The Wizard pocketed them.
Hash Crash, and at last Horst Dick could show his bleeding leg as a result of a fall and the GM admitted to a tumble but claimed Sip Hâa Baht pushed him and then stood over him laughing.
The hares, Speedo Pete, Swing Low Sweet Testicles and Boring Wanker were called in. The GM didn’t seem too happy with the first back check and as Boring Wanker who ran the trail stopped running at that point he had his suspicions. The GM climbed Fuck Me Mountain but Seal Sucker and Mud Cracker broke the check but didn’t call.
Laird Looney was happy with the run as he didn’t go up the steep bit but did his own happy trail.
The GM was still not happy with the hares as they promised extra long hanging paper but he saw about eight pieces of long paper and the rest was very short and very hard to see under the dark canopy. Glass Cow thought the run was mucked up by Mud Cracker. How could a man with such a little toy dog be so mean? Luckily, the walkers thought the trail was good apart from some stumbly bits.
The raffle saw some lucky winners with Funny Bunny scoring twice winning a casserole dish and some German beer. I bet Barnacle Bollox was pleased.
The hares came in early to sing the Hares Song as one of them had to leave early. The song was rather appropriate being “Do your balls hang low” I was pleased to see that Swing Low Sweet Testicles was wearing Lycra shorts under his baggy shorts to prevent another wardrobe malfunction. Speedo Pete had a rather fine singing voice to help the others out. Must have been from his time in the classroom singing songs to young ones. It is interesting to note he managed to get rid of the pedo part of his name whereas others are not so lucky.
The man himself, Emperor Airhead, took the circle and iced two of the hares and then the leavers, Beetroot Head, Sir Really Sadistic Bastard, Homer Pimpson and Horst Dick.
He then awarded Laird Looney a bottle of wine for being such a realistic granny in the Betty Boop run with his gray bun and a pussy even if it was on his chest.
Stupid Kraut Cunt’s friend Charlie was called into the circle. He lives in Hanover and organises big exhibitions at the biggest fair ground in Europe and is a tax lawyer. He will be named next week and suggestions were Sex Sausage and Wurst Sex.
The GM took the circle and asked Emperor Airhead to remain and also called in SKC, Dingo ate my Baby and Eating Monster to thank them on behalf of his better half Burley Chassis and himself for the wonderful meal they enjoyed at Cafe des Amis thanks to them and a few others.
There must have been a lack of material as the GM resorted to World Cup relays again. First up were the NZ team vs the Scottish team but NZ was disqualified thanks to Sauce for the Goose dropping her beer. The French team went up against the Thai ladies and the Thai ladies won hands down. Then it was the Dutch against the Belgians but both teams were disqualified.
To get rid of the remaining down downs all those with an umbrella or wearing a raincoat were called in for The Final Down Down and then the Hash Hymn.
Then it was into the baht buses for a soggy ride home and to the Kubla Bar for some.
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