6 - 1 - '20                      Run 1965                  Yuille Cairn

DR Death was installed on the park bench, with beers for 
all, in the bucket of ice, as the 23 Hashers began to arrive 
for the Squizzy Run. Mrs Dickhead called the reverence, 
as stand-in GrandMaster Bentnose announced run 1965, 
& who did won that year's Melbourne Cup?
Squizzy told us that the run started out on Vickers, & sure 
enough, there was the sign ... OONN !!
A couple of bar flys held the fort, while the walkers did a 
rectangle of the streets & back thru' the wetlands. Most 
runners did the 6km bush run, but the "Yuille Cairn 6"
continued on, & weighed in half an hour later, after much
cooee-ing from the Drink-stoppers, at the top of the hill.
Said Drink-stop was well stocked with Aldi beer, bottled 
water & some out of date West Coast Coolers. A couple 
of bags of apples replaced the jellybabies & snakes, & the 
chips were on the ground, left over from the last visitor's 
fish & chip bag.
At the On After, Bentnose again canvassed the question 
of the Melbourne Cup winner - "Light Fingers".
Screw Shafted complained that the run set off too early, 
(but he's always late anyway), & the trail debacle with 
inadequate directions, even confused the Hash Horn. 
He finished off with a limerick,
                "There once was a Hasher called Squizzy,
                 Who appeared exceptionally busy,
                 His eyes looked both ways,
                 And if you were in his gaze,
                 You'd be beside yourself in a tizzy".
& a song, about Squizzy's "Punter's Eyes" - one each 
way.
                               (Shitty trail ... ),
Nummy had a drink & dance for the smoke haze being a
'welcome to country'.
Sergeant Mountie was wrapped up in a rug, not only for 
the cold wind moving in, but so as no-one could see the 
"pink", as her shorts fell down with no draw-string. She'd 
left her notes at home, but said that the run was scary 
enough thru' the bush, that the girls almost had to grab 
onto The Bill.
She dragged out the "Yuille Cairn 6" for a rescue drink - 
Nummy, Pebbles, Teflon, Shafted, Dimwit, & Dumber.
Gilf joined in, since it seemed that she didn't give a stuff 
that Teflon was lost.
Dumb(er) & Dumber & The Bill had the 1965 Vietnam 
War drink,          (... a soldier, ... to piss, ... for cunt ... ).
Bitchface had a drink for the "2 women being anchored 
to the pub" in 1965.          (She's a harriette .... ). 
Half a Bar gave Nummy another drink for "the best 
smoking ceremony" he'd seen, then Dumber charged 
Squizzy for asking on Monday "is the run on tonight?"
Dr Death reckoned that with Half a Bar not at the races, 
they won more money, then Mrs D followed up with her 
chant.
Precious charged Nummy for being so frightened on 
the run, that she turned white.
Dr Death had Squizzy out, for the out of date West Coast 
Coolers, asking "does anybody drink these anymore?", 
then Bentnose to Dr Death for never putting an effort 
into a run.                             (Nnnnooooo!!).
Dr Death had another for re-opening the Karova, 
& Mountie for no tie on her pants.              (U.g.l.y......).
The return of the Dimwit zinger - 
Cowboy said to the German Car Dealer ... Audi partner !! 
                                    (No no, bad bad .......).
Final charge to Squizzy - Shaffy saying that he would 
have been in charge of bombing in Vietnam, with the 
"collateral damage", & in charge of the labia removal 
with the "clittoral damage".

Next week's run - Dumb & Num, 103 Cuthbert's Rd.

Oh, I suppose we should light the BBQ, as the light 
begins to fade. Squizzy hadn't spared the expense, 
with a new job & table, especially for the occasion. 
Snags & steak were soon to broil alongside the onions, 
& joined with bread & salad, all ably prepared & BBQ'd 
with Big Dog presiding.