Run 1932 Chriss Cross Platypus Drive, Mt Clear
A full moon, a red moon, a bad moon rising greeted the pack prophetically as we arrived at the home of our accident prone Hare, Chriss Cross, all shell shocked from the weekend's events. All apart from Rear Entry, who true to form came in the back door, whistling Dixie, seemingly without a care in the world.
Walkers walked the walk, led by Bent Nose, and met up with the running pack at Lylia Drive, site of a previous Chriss Cross run. Together we explored the bush trails at the back of Damascus, and ended simultaneously at the drink stop, where no arguments were had until Sillic went looking for another traveller, forlorn until he read the fine print on the girly drink which stated "sugar free". All of a sudden it tasted sweet indeed.
Back at the ranch delicious soup was supplied to all and sundry to unanimous acclaim.
The circle got underway; but wait! no glasses to drink from. Grog Master Bitch Face turned up without utensils, losing 15 years of Hash history after 3 weeks in the job. A Bad Moon indeed.
Sniffycant runs to the same Bitch Face, 55, Quick Dick 88, Hare Chriss Cross 959, and Shafted 626 (This is your down down song...)
Also Rowdy 1200 runs (He's the meanest...) and drank out of a new aluminium pot glass.
Screw Shafted brought a Prop, Mr Squiggle's White board, ably assisted by Glider ("Hurry up!") , and managed a drawing that took in bicycle accidents (one nut sheared off, just like Sillic), the election (I believe in miracles, How good is Queensland !!), Hot Chocolate (Everyone's a winner), noughts and crosses, and ended up with a drawing which resembled both Chriss Cross, and Bent's nose at the same time.
When reminded he had forgotten to actually screw the run, he descended into abuse regarding grey assed flakey things that resembled trail, had a go at absent left arms, and said the trail was "actually Bent-assed".. (S H I T T Y T R A I L).
The frocked up Sergeant had Rowdy out again for 1200 runs, also Orry and Normal for something (Mrs Murphy). Masturbate charged bad hair Day in sympathy for the loss of his Aunty Doris, and all the left leaning members had a drink to Bob Hawke's timely but sad passing.(so fucken dumb)
1932 saw the date of Glider's first root, a dog placed on a tuckerbox, the rise of the 3rd Reich, and the great depression. Charges to half the Hash (There's a track winding Back...)
Mountie visited Tasmania to see the giant vagina, only for it to be missing in action. Other giant, unused vaginas were invited out the front, and as one giant vagina drinks, all... (Normal) (Here's the these cu ..giant vaginas...nts)
Charges from the election: Sco Mo's resemblance to Big Dog was noted. (him, him , Fuck him)
Dumb was charged for having the memory of an elephant, Two Dicks for noting the size of men's feet, Chriss Cross for having big feet. (his one skin hangs down.. )
Rowdy got another charge or 3 for 1200 runs and then his handwriting became indecipherable so that's all I can tell you.
Twas a good night, finished off by a large crowd at the Top Eureka. Sillic has a large pizza, most others had small.
Next week's run is from the Num and Dumb ranch at 103 Cuthberts Rd, corner of Alfredton Drive. Rear Entry is both welcome and recommended.
A full moon, a red moon, a bad moon rising greeted the pack prophetically as we arrived at the home of our accident prone Hare, Chriss Cross, all shell shocked from the weekend's events. All apart from Rear Entry, who true to form came in the back door, whistling Dixie, seemingly without a care in the world.
Walkers walked the walk, led by Bent Nose, and met up with the running pack at Lylia Drive, site of a previous Chriss Cross run. Together we explored the bush trails at the back of Damascus, and ended simultaneously at the drink stop, where no arguments were had until Sillic went looking for another traveller, forlorn until he read the fine print on the girly drink which stated "sugar free". All of a sudden it tasted sweet indeed.
Back at the ranch delicious soup was supplied to all and sundry to unanimous acclaim.
The circle got underway; but wait! no glasses to drink from. Grog Master Bitch Face turned up without utensils, losing 15 years of Hash history after 3 weeks in the job. A Bad Moon indeed.
Sniffycant runs to the same Bitch Face, 55, Quick Dick 88, Hare Chriss Cross 959, and Shafted 626 (This is your down down song...)
Also Rowdy 1200 runs (He's the meanest...) and drank out of a new aluminium pot glass.
Screw Shafted brought a Prop, Mr Squiggle's White board, ably assisted by Glider ("Hurry up!") , and managed a drawing that took in bicycle accidents (one nut sheared off, just like Sillic), the election (I believe in miracles, How good is Queensland !!), Hot Chocolate (Everyone's a winner), noughts and crosses, and ended up with a drawing which resembled both Chriss Cross, and Bent's nose at the same time.
When reminded he had forgotten to actually screw the run, he descended into abuse regarding grey assed flakey things that resembled trail, had a go at absent left arms, and said the trail was "actually Bent-assed".. (S H I T T Y T R A I L).
The frocked up Sergeant had Rowdy out again for 1200 runs, also Orry and Normal for something (Mrs Murphy). Masturbate charged bad hair Day in sympathy for the loss of his Aunty Doris, and all the left leaning members had a drink to Bob Hawke's timely but sad passing.(so fucken dumb)
1932 saw the date of Glider's first root, a dog placed on a tuckerbox, the rise of the 3rd Reich, and the great depression. Charges to half the Hash (There's a track winding Back...)
Mountie visited Tasmania to see the giant vagina, only for it to be missing in action. Other giant, unused vaginas were invited out the front, and as one giant vagina drinks, all... (Normal) (Here's the these cu ..giant vaginas...nts)
Charges from the election: Sco Mo's resemblance to Big Dog was noted. (him, him , Fuck him)
Dumb was charged for having the memory of an elephant, Two Dicks for noting the size of men's feet, Chriss Cross for having big feet. (his one skin hangs down.. )
Rowdy got another charge or 3 for 1200 runs and then his handwriting became indecipherable so that's all I can tell you.
Twas a good night, finished off by a large crowd at the Top Eureka. Sillic has a large pizza, most others had small.
Next week's run is from the Num and Dumb ranch at 103 Cuthberts Rd, corner of Alfredton Drive. Rear Entry is both welcome and recommended.
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