Ballarat HHH Run #2012. 14/12/2020
Summer has arrived.
Hare: Dadadada dada dadada dadada Batwoman, with Pebbles, from Brown Hill.
A week of Welcomes Back: Squizzy appeared randomly from no where, no time, followed by Hymie, and jeSOS (complete with a Batman/Blues Brothers sliding entry ending in a perfectly parked car right next to an imposing gum tree) : - GILF, Rowena, Dimwit, Sillic and Half a Bar.
Everyone signed the book.
The run; what a run! Perfect weather, perfect spot, excellent trail, in white and blue, meaning none got lost. New bits and old favourites, enough elevation and shiggy to make it interesting, a wonderful cooling evening breeze through the pine plantation, let down by a drink stop that wasn’t…. at least for 10 minutes. We just knew Pebbles had to somehow fuck up perfection, but he is getting better.
Anyway, Choir Master Extraordinaire Head Hunter called reverence, and then welcomed back with “They’re the Meanest”.
Sniffy Runs have been problematical since Spence stopped Mensurating. DNC eventually nominated Nutcracker and Lois as palindromic (161, and 939, failing to mention their sum of 1100). Sillic is demonstrating the palindrome on a global timescale, having evolved as a blob from the primordial soup, only to be rapidly returning from whence he came. Rowdy was admonished for the charge, as the bartender at the Barfly’s pub had just looked Sillic in the eye and called “correct weight”. No, no, no, Bad, bad, bad, Down, down, down
Only one of us can be right.
Bent Nose: “I would like to comment on this run but I can’t”. He didn’t do the bloody thing. “Trail…hills…tunnel…beer…not cold…pretty much that’s it.
277 kelvin”
And that’s probably the only screwing to be done tonight by Bent.
SHITTY TRAIL.
Sargeant Quick Dick then took control. Just Cum was given a drink for her attempts at spam. Her birthday is also imminent as Snag’s is eminent - 16/12/2020. And as we all know, that is a Pythagorean date, with a Pythagorean party to celebrate, dress code toga (Greek), Indian squaw, or hippopotamus. Or nothing.
JeSOS was charged for the absence of nipple jewelry. Mrs D wondered if it was due to breast feeding. “Who wants some milk?” was the reply. “Do your tits hang low?”
D&D was charged for not having a pee for the whole run, Campaspee blushed. Spartacus was charged for producing a Hash Relic (Caligula Jacket) so late that the Sargeant was never aware it existed. Hash folklore insists that Ar Sole pinched it from the man in the Caligula club on Interhash in South East Asia a lifetime ago, and it has been venerated ever since by every Sargeant of Ballarat HHH.
Bent Nose (past jacket wearing Sargeant), was charged with turning off the power in his shed for the weekend to prevent his bikes being stolen. Unfortunately, it failed to prevent his freezer from defrosting. Ya Stupid
Charges from the run: Hymie for being ‘out the front’. Mountie and Squizzy for falling and bleeding, Teflon nominated ”Cunt of the Week” for his on back behaviour, Criss Cross for being a gentle man, and Rowdy and Dimwit for daring to walk on the Run.
Next Week’s Run is the Christmas Carols Run, from the Pobjoy Piano Bar in Sturt St (ex Suttons House of Music). Fewer Pubs and more rotundas this year, with party party party back at the Piano Bar. Dress us as Santa’s Little Helpers, or whatever, and bring your best singing voices.
The following week we travel to Invermay to GILF’s house where Teflon has agreed to set the run.
Welcome Back Dimwit:
“Why do elephants have four feet?”
“Because they’d look silly with just six inches”
And that’s all, folks
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