Footy finals fever flavour for Brownlow night. Son
of God, Ablettt a turd time? Son of timber merchant, Sellwood? It was Full House in the Sportsman’s Bar on the
rapidly expanding Alfredton side of town. Sure to be a successful venture with the
well experienced Snow behind the bar with some lovely Lung Yadies. Still, it was somewhat surprising to have
only a dozen runners out of the 3 dozen or so Hash attendees.
Up Sturt to Salute at the Arch, into the School Yard (near
where a very young JACK OFF nearly drowned as he was pinned under a borrowed
trampoline) behind the Y, bordering on Lake Gardens, Trout Hatchery, Tram Shed
POW Memorial, past the olympicking rings and Loreto. Deep into Vic Park where PEBBLES
in his pie crust jumper was doing a GAY walk, DUMB says that’s NORMAL, PEBBLES claimed to have rolled an ankle but as
he kept on rolling it through Vic Park he had a funereal like cortege of horny
hopefuls driving slowly behind him! He picked up some more strays hooded lads near
the old pound. HER VAGESTY was so impressed by the bloke pulling powers of rolling
an ankle she tried it in a sprainful way. It worked! FOP focussed and the BILLY GOAT groped
to the rescue, hands harrying to help harness the humpable heiress. Word back from Hospital was the hankle will
mend hardier than the hand prints. (Lucky the Courierfashionista filmed the
Esmeexpose earlier.)
The drinkstop stocked lots of champers and beer
including FatYaks. On Home, around the corner to the PUB, then out the back to
the sound shell of the smoker’s den for the noisy crowd to do Down Downs.
Welcome Backs to anyone that missed a couple or
more runs, most notably Gorgeous CLEAVAGE, Dapper SQUIZZY, & Chatty Man HEMORRHOIDS, also DONUTS (finished interviewing 16 yr olds girls), BEER
FUCK (flew the coup), NORMAL (recently deported from Thailand for touching) were amongst the many that came out to play. Significant runs to BEER FUCK, lucky man with
two fat ladies 88, MOUNTIE with 989, LOIS flew in with 727. Christmas Day root BIRFDAYS were everywhere,
including PHUKWIT PHIL, CLEAVAGE and DUMB coming soon.
HEAVY excelled in absentia one again capturing the monumental moment
combining footy, screwing, brewing. He had composed a special version of “Up there FOPCazaly”. Unfortunately due
to a twist of fate and Her Vagesty’s ankle FOPturnal duties meant the PRECIOUS
“Froot of his loins ” had to take one for him. PRECIOUS was the only youngster this week (must
have been busy licking each other’s wounds after last week’s big dance off.)
DUMB presided over accolades passed on to MOUNTIE from the bus driver for being the Blonde buzzing up on Black Tie Night. Some footy jokes happened and DUMB thought getting some
Down Down groups together to celebrate a Hash Downlow Medal Count would fit the Bill. SPARTACUS HAWK and PUSSBUCKET
SWAN were facing a drink-off now they are in the Granny together. Something
that most of the older Hash blokes are into nowadays, different grannys though!
On On down for the Count and some tucker whilst watching
telly. Priddisimple really!!
Next Week’s Run: Millers
Arms Hotel corner Doveton
and Howard Streets Hare; SILIC Theme; Prosthetics.
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