After the Ball, the football that is, Finals finalised,
frayed friendships, magpies denying it even mattered. SILIC fresh from another year of the dog and
feeling lighter had actually traversed the run on foot. We set off on on down toward the North Brit
where we lost a lot of non-runners to the drink. (they caught out FLO JO and
SORRY wagging hash. We generally ran up
Macarthur. MOUNTY knocked on
PHUKWITPHILL’s door, also caught out wagging hash, to the Lake, to Webster,
down to Armstrong and back up to car boot drink stop, simple but effective as
opposed to simple and defective.
Welcome Backs to ROWDY from his Asian Jaunt, EXIT
glided back in, did we forget JACK Who
was banished to Hash while his girls gallivanted? On a slow-news-night MRS DICKHEAD was
belatedly presented with a Fabrique en Belgique Hash nametag necklace for her
monumental 400th run.
Popular punt for the screw song was, Like a Rubber Ball I’ll come bouncing back
to you! HEAVY rejected this as too obvious and surprised us with a Sinatra
classic, That’s Life, that’s what people
say, got two balls in April, only one in May, back soon, back on top in June.
What resilience!
BENT stepped up to
the plate to fill SPENCES seargeanting shoes.
After all of
last week’s Christmas copulation comedrop creations celebrations we had a New
Year party porking product from the mid-1900s. Congrat's to EXIT for celebrating
another year.
Victorious footy drinks to Hawk supporters,
ROAD RUNNER and SPARTACUS. CRISS CROSS chimed in with a Goodwill with Harmony
joke about the mysterious Tom Jones syndrome. When asked if its rare DOC
replied, “It’s Not Unusual”
Then BENT got depressed when realised that despite
his wasting efforts, he still throws a shadow. He made BP eat his sausage at
the ensuing BBQ and made do with the salad undressed to the amusement of the Millers Darts teams. Get your Balls Up Money and Registerashuns to LOIS This Monday.
Next Week’s Run: 269 Alkera Road
Invermay Hare; Trailmaster ROWDY Theme; Back to Bushics.
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