Friday, June 19, 2020

OK, Run 1986, Zoom#12, CoVid #10, Monday 15 June 2020, Hares Normal and Masturbait.
Note to Donuts: Do Not take a thing for granted. The disintegration is commencing; The Committee is shattering.
What have we learned? Masturbait couldn't be bothered attending his own screw. Normal couldn't be bothered attending his own circle. No scribe. Silence from the usually garrulous Bitch Face, Mountie unusually quiet, ditto Head Hunter. Criss Cross (sadly) having to take up the slack. And Bent Nose is a smart arse.
Anyway, it was a well set run with a warm and generous drink stop for those who could be bothered turning up during opening hours. Jill kept the food warm and the beers cold whilst Normal and Bait entertained the masses. Dogs were problematic.
30 attended the drink stop, and claimed to be on the run.
Attendees at the Zoom were Spence, SS, Bent, BP, Tommy Half a fucken Bar, Rowdy, NBCL, D&C, Nutcracker, Mountie (with Pus Bucket shadowing in the background), Donuts, Fuckinator, Num, Dumb, Normal, Criss Cross, Head Hunter, Quick Dick, Mrs D (Immaculate Conception on vocals, Randolph on bass) , Campaspe, Teflon, Pauline, Lois, BF#2, and Dimwit.
After the usual banter, mainly Tommy fucken Half a fucken Bar saying he couldn't be fucken scribe because he can't fucken reed or fucken right, the circle commenced at 1912 hrs.
Donuts welcomed all, announced a sniffy c*nt run as Pebbles (absent from the circle) with 545, and alluded to last week's cold pussy being made up for by this weeks' hot dog. Same result; a mess all over the carpet.
Quick handball (footy's back!) to the Screw, Bent Nose. Bent commented on the back door /front door start dilemma, noted the early laneways, and took the route personally as it passed most of his houses pre and post marriage(s), noted all the "on Backs " at the Western Oval, then marvelled at the painted rainbow arrows - (ad libbed) "Its just a gay thing Normal's getting behind".
"Sensational Drink Stop" lead into SHITTY TRAIL, which on Monday's reckoning must be the saddest song ever sung.
And the score? 13.6
Which happens to be the date on which the screw strolled the run. Clever Dick ! ( or smart arse; you choose)
Moving write along; QD as Sergeant is yet to hit the heights. Glimpses of form but no sustained brilliance.
Nummy charged for Macron spewing up cold pussy. The lushes got their comeuppance (Lois, Pauline, Mrs D). D&C had a complaint regarding the book (still @ the Gulch)
Dimwit is stuck on 99 red balloons, turning up to the Zoom, but not attending the run, Celebrated by telling the chewing gum joke. Maybe you'll strike gold next week, Juri.
The GM was upbraided for forgetting a most sniffy run: Teflon 200. Well done John, he's run every bit of all of them and contributed mightily. And on the same theme, we are reminded that SS is currently sitting on 1698 runs. We may be able to celebrate in person for the 1700 !!!
Next week's run clashes with ladies hash, so you are encouraged to attend on Saturday, from the Eureka Pool, with the drink stop at an undisclosed location from 12 - 6. Hares Head Hunter and Quick Dick.
On ON !!

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