Run #2203

  Welcome back to run 2203, we circled after dinner. How weird! Squizzy from Sebas Bowles Club

 

As our lovely GM was away (SHAME), we used the power of loud men! Thank you kindly for filling in Spencer Hocking.

The late circle started by welcoming back Rear Entry.

The run was summarised, “Squizzy, what a total fuck up of a run!” It is in the running for shit-house run of the year.

Apparently, Squizzy claimed, at the first of two drink stops, that the runners should arrive in about 2 minutes. Twenty minutes later he set off in the sad-sounding car to find them. And that wasn’t even the worst of the run!

Non – Stick

No one could find trail, maybe the trail didn’t stick to the run?

Chemical inertness

No one attacked us, but they did come out of their homes to watch us and point us in the wrong direction.

Low Absobs

I didn’t listen, let's blame the beer…

Heat Resistant

It was fucking COLD

Low friction

“Did anyone get lost? Did anyone fall over?”

WE ALL GOT LOST! 

5/6

The run was promised to be 5.4ks but was either 5.5ks, 6.2ks or 6.8ks. Who knows!?

 

Boner was left behind on trial, a fate much worse than death, but the charge was rebounded for Nutbush Clitty Licker coming to find him. A true hero!

We all told Juz Cum and Spartacus told FUCK OFF YOUS CUNTS as they head off on a lovely trip.

Num Num had made her way inside early from the drink stop, while poor old Bent Nose stood outside, in the cold, waiting for her with her stubby holder.

Then the beers really kicked in, and I got too tipsy to be awake, funny AND taking notes.

Next weeks run (tonight’s run) Master Bait and Normal from the Band Stand near GCs. On After at Eureka!

 

ON ON