HASH TRASH
Run No. 1409
Venue: The Lunatic Asylum
Hares: Shark Killer, Castrato, Just Swair
Grandmaster: Cockroach
Religious Advisor: Shark Killer

Ok, it was a bit itchy and scratchy around the edges, but this is the Hash after all, and nobody went home hungry or thirsty - except maybe Dommy and her significant other. Slips Insider said the walk was totally misguided, and although she felt cheated in getting only one beer stop it was very welcome nonetheless. As usual the Trailmaster wittered on about a fantastic, incredible Hash coming up next week, without knowing anything at all about it. But I can tell you that Flatulence is hosting it (let’s hope that Hornigoat has a hand in it too) at Windy Towers, and we are instructed to bring / wear something scantily-clad in red (No, Shark Killer does not count - that’s too obvious). It was Hashy Birthday for Kili ndogo, Just Steven, and Dumbass.

Shark Killer was the Guest RA ! - isn’t it great to see new young sex-mad thrusters making their way up the management ladder - hopefully they will push aside some of the superannuated windbags that have festered there for so long. She kicked off her slot in fine style by having the nerve to call in the GM for coming late three times on one Hash - Easy Let might like it late, but the rest of us get a bit brassed off. The Inappropriately Dressed included Pinochio, Just David and Just Swair (as he was then known). Returnees included, Neandershorty, BagoBones, Sail and Swair (ahwtk). There was a whole SUV-load of Virgins (what is the collective noun for Virgins by the way?), all of whom seemed to be members of some dubious cult led by Wounded Knee - amazing that amongst five yanks: matthew, mandy, sarah, jim and ann - not one claimed ‘reverse cowgirl’ as their FSP. Oh yeh and there was Just Steven and Caroline. Just when we were hoping that Shark Killer had forgotten about the riddle she set us before the run, she announced that Twitcher had found the solution - and after a lot of farting around she was given her prize - which turned out to be a scanty bra that Shark Killer claimed to have grown out of. She (Twitcher not Shark Killer - do keep up) put it on, and the bemused look on Sparkle’s face spoke volumes. The naming ceremony is always hard work and this one was no exception, but from now on Swair will be known as SWINGING SPEAR, Caroline is to be BACK DOOR ENTRY, and Steven is BORING. And after we took the trouble of naming you, you had better pitch up for the next 10 Hashes. Candidates for Hashit included Head Gasket (suspiciously quiet) Boring (being on the phone) Twitcher (Dominatrix lookalike), Wounded Knee (transporting a minor across the State Line) and Shark Killer (for being Shark Killer). I think the honour went to Shark Killer but by then I was past caring. Never was the singing of SWSC so welcome.

On On

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