Further to this, a popular belief was that the Messiah would
return to earth in the year 1666, especially by a lot of Jewish people. (HALF A
BAR was afraid to go to Hash Hell in the 4th dimension, preferring
to focus on 3D goals with ROWDY).
As with last week, another walk comingled with the run but with a stuttering starting
and numerous on-backs, wending its way down the Yarrowee, and once more to 1
Hunt via the foot of Black Hill. The Queens
Crowns and girlie drinks were cool as we stood under the gas heater at the REAR
ENTRY of the SOSSY Shack and admired the coronations in the garden.
Welcomes Back after an extended break of 20 years or so to BUNGEE,
looking more youthful than his former contemporaries. (ie SS, BENT and THE BILL who said he once had
to make him Pullover out near Cardigan and found BUNGEE had a JUMPER named
after him.)
Sniffycnt runs were in short supply so we had to re-KKKKall
on KKKKarol on 5 now has a nice Hand Full.
As the run was almost a duplication of his own run the week
prior, he had to rate is highly, adding it had only taken SOS 10 years to cotton
on.
The SCREW kept with the Queen Birthday imposed theme and
sang “God Save Our Salacious SOS, too
long reined over us”. He then had to FLESH out the meaning of SALACIOUS that has SOS down to a T, “relating to sex in a way that is excessive
or offensive”. With synonyms including: pornographic,
obscene,
indecent,
improper,
indelicate,
crude,
lewd,
erotic,
titillating,
arousing, suggestive,
sexy,
risqué,
coarse,
vulgar,
gross,
dirty,
ribald,
smutty,
filthy,
bawdy,
earthy. Also, an anagram of SOS TOSS OFF almost makes FOSTER SOFT. (Hard to say
out loud)
Seargent SPENCE ducked in last week but had ducked off again
taking BOOTROOTER with him to keep a closer eye on him….so SHAFTED, having to
Seargent solo slipped out of the sepulchre to weturn with a wonderful wooden
weapon to wave awound with which to bestow Kweens Birfday awards;
The look of enthusiasm could be clearly seen with tightly pursed
lips (on her face) she and Hubby were Damed /Knighted for their dis-service to
the republican movement, arise DAME
MOUNTY and SIR PUSSBUCKET. (he
does tickle her with his lance a lot and you must admit it does have a ring to
it!)
Speaking of rings, BHD’s Ring Finger got a rise out of FM
when they came together on the run he reminisced about HOPAWATI. “To the second
knuckle” he claimed.
Back to before the run, DUMB told the tale a large dog having
an endless weekend as it died while humping QUEEN NUMMY’S leg. PUSS BUCKET had
to bury it (the dog not the leg. nor the bone nor the lance) and not having the
digging intent of a miner, he would have preferred it be a Chihuahua. He had to get his buddy SPARTACUS out the
front with NUMMY between them as she has two legs to die for.
SILIC UNTIL he coughed had a nice DEEP voice but it was now
back to NORMAL. He took so long to get
OUT THE FRONT of the Circle we may have to move the CIRCLE to SILIC next time.
On out the BACK DOOR to the toasty Dining Room where we was fed, and with a
bottle of wed, made most welcome….until we weren’t.
Oh, Last Week’s Run was One Heavy Hunt, then as next week’s
hare was not there, we had to wait until someone’s cloud of dementia
momentarily lifted and it was revealed
that;
Next Week’s Run: PHUCKWIT FILL @ PARK HOTEL on Sturt Street,
West of Gillies Street
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