Tuesday, September 10, 2013

Run 1627 111 Rubicon Street Sebastopol Hare: Shafted

Slowly the Hashers crossed the line from Ballarat to Sebastopol... yes we crossed The Rubicon line...

Terror struck as we entered the house of the Squatters, up past the smashed glass, over the broken boards to the back yard. And I thought last weeks venue was a little neglected!

A fire was blazing to keep the others away...

There was one who made it through the lines.. not sure of his name but he loved his Jack Daniels.

The run stsrted down drain pipes, the Hashers ran like rats,
Criss Cross and Squizzy kept popping up from the drains trying to find the running pack which kept the walkers amused. 

On and on the run went.

Over the hills to the sewerage farm, down and back to the fabulous East, on and on the pack ran. The onbacks were long and many Hashers were gaging for a drink... Finally we made it to a vacant paddock and enjoyed a cold beer.

The Bill and JeSoS got lost in the sewerage farm but managed to shake off the shit and drive to the drink stop.

Only one walker appeared at the drink stop, the old Masturbater.

Soup was served as JeSoS reclined on the bed of Fleas... requesting attention from Mountie...

The down downs included welcomes back to Vicky, commiserations to the football teams who lost on the weekend, Pus Bucket told a joke, so did Tommy, mmh maybe he was just talking.
The Sergeant as always was beautiful in his Blue coat.

Shafted was hoping for an Italian fire ... ?
Not sure if shafted will win the Shit hot Run this year... ha no it was a great night.

We had fried food for our meal which was yummy and good value.

See you next week at FOPs 40th Birthday party, watch out for the dog shit...
god bless you all Nummy.

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