Run 1946 Hare Teflon from the Market Hotel
Amazing scenes at the Market Hotel as Hasher Sillic Unt has been asked to sit out the next few weeks after failing a concussion test. Sillic, who spent the run in the Bar, tried to make a quick exit from the circle to be first to the food and walked smack bang into a closed glass door, much to the amusement of the circle, random smokers from Warrnambool, and the Pool Competition in the adjacent room.
Luckily his belly hit the glass just before his forehead, saving him from loss of consciousness, but not embarrassment. The on call medico asked 3 simple questions: "How many fingers", answer "3" - (I have never done that in a professional capacity! ) :What day was it yesterday?, (?), and who will win the flag?, " Bulldogs".
Three strikes, and you're out, Sillic.
Footy colours was the theme, with the hare in his 30 yo St George garb, a few wonderful Collingwood outfits, and a selection of others. A group of 13 runners set out, swelling to 14 with the traditionally late arrival of Shafted, to follow a well set trail winding through Vic Park, up the mullock heap, a small sojourn the other side of Russell (and over the ditch), then back to the drink stop with the walkers and the Bar Flys 200m from home.
Choir master Bent Nose called reverence for the GM, who began "I was a stupid prick and went for St Kilda".
That's all. No welcomes, no welcome backs, no sniffy c*nts, just "I'd like Shafted to screw the run." Poor Fergie, Poor Bent and BP, poor Hash.
Shafted enthusiastically screwed the run. "What a run!" 3 or 4 times. He praised the timely early on back, loved the mullock heap peak (alone with Nummy - Precious left the climax early), and talked of a "tight little thing". I suspect the run, not Nummy, but I will never know. He rejoiced in the passage of playgrounds, then lamented GILF's absence, because GILF rhymes with filth, which appeared in at least 3 of the songs he'd prepared.Anyway, Teflon John, the rapper, not the Mafia boss, inspired the very amusing rapped punch line. S H I T T Y T R A I L
Sergeant Half a Bar stepped up to the plate.
Welcome to Fergie (wearing a Demon Scarf), charge to Fascinator for forgetting. Spencer Hocking was next in line, caught the train to the big smoke on Saturday, chose the Quiet Carriage, only to see Half a Bar step on at Ballan. Not-so-Quiet carriage after that.
Spence rebounded with "Where are you off to Tommy?"; "To see the Dees". - "They're playing in Hobart"
"ya stupid ....."
Before the Run.
Head Hunter was charged with coming to Hash instead of a free night of wining and dining. "She's not here"
Sillic was charged for his priorities, ordering food prior to any interaction with anyone from Hash. "Give us an AAA"
Mrs Dickhead charged Plucka and Rowdy for their respective mid life crises, Plucka retorted that at least she didn't have to change husbands. (Put it in your hand, Mrs Murphy... )
Half a Bar was charged for the half a chair on the walk. The Bitches/Witches who jumped the ditches got a drink.
Lois charged Big Dog for this disappointment after a visit to the dog zoo with only one dog. " It was a Shih Tzu"
Lois was then charged for her shit pronunciation. And another for our token Japanese truck driver, Big Fucker Pauline, and his dog, I su zu.
Num was charged for asking "where's my little man?" , Dumb replied "its cold outside".
After a bit more banter stumps were called and Sillic rushed off the be first to the food. The rest is history.
Next week's run, Stand in Hare Rowdy, from his place, 9 Victoria Ave, meal at Top Eureka.
And in a late news flash, Sillic has been cleared of concussion once it was realised that his conversations have been nonsensical for some time, and his answers actually reflected his pre-morbid state. His appetite was certainly unaffected.
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