Well, I’d like to begin by expressing my disappointment for the lack of scribe last week while I took a well-earned break. Despite giving advance notice of my intended absence and finding a fill-in, that also did not turn up (not my fault), there was no fill-in scribe. So now, there is no blog for last weeks Melbourne Cup committee run.
This week, a single welcome back was awarded to No Name. Sniffy runs of note went to No Name on 11 and Cinderella on 101. We also gave James (our new, younger and better Renob look alike) a drink here for his first run.
Mountie’s screw began with a welcome to the arrow dome and a reading from her bible. There was a declaration that Pauline lost had lost his shit, we had 3 drink stops, champagne floats with ice-cream, little boys and the usual beers. Some may say this was a bit over the top! Mountie told us a story about Pauline and Lois and how that since they have moved house, they have taken up golf. However, Pauline ended up in emergency with concussion. Somehow, during golf, he’d hit a ball and due to his big slice, the ball went into a paddock of cows. Looking around for the ball, it was found to have landed up the arse of a cow. Mountie told us that Lois and Pauline had to call on relatives for flour and chalk, having discarded all their own in the move. The military past of Lois and Pauline was recognised and in our version of Remembrance Day, Lois read out our Sovereign Hash role of Honour for our fallen comrades: Wilbur, Midnight, Russell up the Publican, Heavy, Half-a-bra, Big Balls, Crunt, Drop Kick, Sorry, Glider, SS, Pussy and Arso.
Our Sargeant NBCL stepped up and told us that Mastabait and Half-a-Bar were at the bar and happened to see someone they recognised. When asked if they remembered who they were, Half-A-Bar replied “no”. But Mastabait said “You’re Gang Bang”. In another races story, Pus Bucket and Spartacus were hanging our together and were asked by some hot girls “do you like cock?”, as they thought they were together. Mrs Dickhead charged her offspring, who had all attended Metallica on Sat, where half of the team spewed, not Precious or Mrs Dickhead. Pink Pits charged Disco for sending photos of a groomsman, but for not being able to remember how he got home. Since we had taken over the Cattleyards smoking area, two of the local ladies were given a down, down. Rowdy and Bent Nose had been for a bike ride and thought they might check out Lois and Pauline’s new place, but even though it was 8.45am, no one was about to open the gate at the lifestyle village. Shafted was charged for driving across the road to the Drink Stop and Cinderella was charged for complaining that there was nothing worse than wet socks, even though it was suggested that this might be a common occurrence.
Next weeks run will be hosted by Donuts. The run will start from the end of State Forest Road and the on after will be at Donuts place, 629 Post Office Road, Ross Creek.
We finished up with an announcement for our upcoming Mitiamo weekend, 28-30th November. Nutcracker needs numbers and money ($65 cash only) ASAP.
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