Hash Trash 1396.
Venue: Nuthouse

Following a conflict between the pen provided by Desperate and the paper provided by Pleasure Centre, very few notes were taken about this wonderous event. It felt like it was Bob a job week as I got landed with grabbing money from everyone (many thanks for the luxurious weekend I have booked in Selous) and writing this work of fiction…hash hero or what?

Thank goodness for the breaking news that the god-awful Peroni-piss water is off the menu (that world renowned broadsheet – Trash #1935). If by any chance there are any piss-in-a-bottles left, please oh please grand master can we have it instead of safari? I’m hoping that’s not blasphemous to the safari gods.

Our enthusiastic Hares – Cat in a bag, Nuts for lurve & Pleasure centre – battled the funky weather and set the trail numerous times yet still managed to have the promised 2 beer stops and the odd bit of paper on the ground in roughly the right kind of place. The reviews were favourable – obviously lies.

The circle fluctuated between a little ‘Lost control’ and a lot ‘Lost control’. The GM seems to be under the impression that hahsers who semi-willingly drink warm safari, spray ice water and beer all over each other on a regular basis are going to shut up because they get shot with a water pistol shooting peroni-piss-water. Dream on….

NWH will be at the real brewery where they brew lots of real Tanzanian beer. We have been promised a right old show and some Yankee beer. So, why we are hauling our asses over the other side of town is a mystery to me.

Perkle blower announced the Last Night of the Proms – on Sat if you fancy a picnic at the BHC. Arse liquors leaving party will be also be on Saturday 25th (see, I knew it was the 25th not the 18th , I was about to swear on the last Peroni bottle it was announced as the 25th ), Panty pockets was trying in vain to sell delightful Morogoro hash t-shirts, a snip at 3000/- each. Oh and in 4 more runs it’ll be the 2000th run at yet another mysterious location.

1000’s of spurious down downs, bits floating in my down down and the circle went on and on and on and on so I left for more interesting entertainment. Hence I wasn’t witness to see who was professing to be a virgin yet have an FSP. Nor can I give testimony to the hash shit awarding ceremony – though my personal opinion is that AC/DC should have the hash shit forever for asking for an iron at the Kola Hills Hotel at any time of day (did she get one?). I assume that the chaos of the circle ended with SWSL although the RA failed to take Close Encounters up on a song in memory of her recent trip up north, so maybe not?

With love,

Dominatrix