Run 1942, Hare SS from the Bunch of Grapes in Pleasant St.
A surprisingly drizzly evening greeted the pack for the Sunshine Slit extravaganza. Unfortunately the drizzly weather also greeted the chalk and flour marking the run and the whole thing ended up a schermozzle with no one having any fucking idea where the trail was meant to go.
All ended up at the drink stop in the car park of the pub and all were happy with the provisions supplied. Shafted, who commenced a tad later than usual at 1858 hrs, actually managed to cross trail with Rowdy, who was already at the drink stop by that time. Que Sera Sera.
Back for the Down Downs, and all in a good mood.
Welcome Backs to the multitude. Glider. BP. Exit. Zig. Butt Fuck. Precious. Dame Edna. " Get a life, get a life, get a life life life"
Visitors: Dame Edna, Zig, NBCL. "Give us an AAAA"
Glider got the 'Health and Safety' charge.
Anyway the screw consisted of Shafted re presenting the previously presented fly fishing book entitled " How to find fish and make them love you". SS recognised the re gifting and was too much a gentleman to say : "WTF", and took his charge with his usual good grace. - "SHITTY TRAIL". The fact that Shafted was not part of the pack was not mentioned due to SS being too much of a gentleman to say "WTF" and took his charge with his customary good grace.
Shafted then made up with his version of 'Oh SS Boy, The fish, the fish are calling' and all was forgiven.
Sergeant Mountie frocked up WITHOUT HER ST KILDA SCARF. All else pales into insignificance.
Shafted; get a wife - fencing charge
Zig; flashing his balls, not enough to impress Bitch Face (but not much does)
Pus Bucket, in a major role reversal, told Mountie's Moon Walking joke of last week to a reception that just did not understand any of the references. Ya just gotta know ya audience.
Dame Edna fell into the same trap with her retelling meeting with Michael Jackson at the Hospital For Sick Children in London; or not.
Butt Fuck got the "it goes without saying" charge
("You're Stupid...")
1942
Bombing of Darwin; BF, D&D, Nummy,
Midget Subs; Exit, Mrs D , Mountie, then as contrast Pauline , 3 for 1 (She's a Mean Mother fucker, She's a Harriette)
Zig got the 1942 Nazi charge, with SS (also Bent ?) "Zeig Heil"
Rowdy, Dumb & Dumber, and Fascinator got charged for the Kokoda 1942 anniversary, (direct ancestors involved, also trekked the Track.)
Charges from Before the Run
Nut Bush Clitty Licker ; 50 years of age. BP ; 65 years young.
Plucka got a charge for her bunny suit (literally)
Sillic for "do you want beef, lamb or fish?" ; " I was talking to the cat, you fat fuck "
BF got the obligatory Tasmania Errol Flynn 1942 charge. Errol had a reputation for fucking anything that moved. And he was Tasmanian.
A convivial meal with possibly overcooked steak (which is why you order them medium-rare) and pleasant conversation with suitable drinks followed. Snag and Mountie rode their bikes home WITHOUT GLOVES. As they do.
Next weeks run. TBA, which means Dr Death said he was going to do it but he will be 4,000 km away and not at all interested. Others will be away with him at the Darwin races but we will have a better time than them, guaranteed.
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