Run No. 1424 28 FEB 2011
Venue: Yatch Club
Hares: Umbilical, Shark-Killer, Close Encounters
Grandmaster: Cockroach
Religious Advisor: Shaggy Haggis

Shark-Killer said there would be 5 beer stops and she didn’t know how long it was - the hash that is. Turns out she had her knickers in a twist and it was actually 5 km long and she didn’t know how many beer stops there would be. We were only a couple of clicks in when Horny exclaimed “I can’t get my leg over!” - she may have been referring to the wall across our path, but you can never be sure with that one. Then someone up front - Nutsy maybe - shouted “too many pricks on this run” - she may have been referring to the horny bushes we were crawling through, but you can ........

The GM said NWH is going to be a superlatively stupendous spectacular the likes of which you have never seen before - if he can pull it off. Watch for an email - and start saving now. Good to be in the presence once again of Jesus, not to mention, but I will anyway, Fricken! (aka Spits n Swallows) and The Quiet American (aka CampBed). True to form, Spits was hardly ever out of the Circle, and CampBed stayed in deep cover. Spits was rolling her arse like never before - (Ed. - let’s try that again shall we) Spits was rolling her rrr’s like never before, presumably in tribute to Shaggy. The GM was still all fired up about England’s win over France, so he demanded the triple for the losers - F*** Off representing the French, Shaggy the Italians, and Shark-Killer the Scots - she’s the only hasher able to take the triple standing up. Notable FRB was Nuts$Lurve, who had been running with a rather fetching bum flap, which she later cleverly converted into a cute pair of shorts. Virgins were thin on the ground, and not much thicker standing up, but there was a semi-virgin called Inflation who was made to come by Jesus - ipso facto his FSP was Jesus. Thereafter Flatulence’s Speedos took centre stage - he had donated them to the Hashit regalia - Boring had done god knows what in them all week - now Flatters wanted them back, but Horny said “over her dead body.’ Shaggy, always ready to defuse a tricky situation, washed the Speedos in a mug of beer, and made Flatulence wear them on his head while drinking the beer. I tell you, this is one Wacky Hash! There was a wealth of worthy contenders for Hashit, but it went instead to Banzai - for short-cutting. Pole Sana. And the Circle ended, only an hour after most Hashers wanted it to, with the singing of SLSC.

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