HASH TRASH
Run No. 1261 16 June 2008
Venue: LateCummer’s place, Regent Estate
Hares: Boxer, KnightRider, and Armani (a.k.a. Lousy Head)

Boxer set a really scary run - I am not sure who was more scared, the Hashers, or the people whose houses we ran through. HeadGasket didn’t help matters by running with a huge great wolf that looked as though it ate babies for breakfast - you should have seen those kids, mamas, and not a few men scatter when those two burst into their backyards. It got off the lead once (the dog I mean) and was well on its way to disembowel a local mutt, when a Virgin with a suspiciously Marine-like haircut just swept it up into his arms - and lived! That is some crazy Marine I tell you, but he’d be a good buddy to have in Baghdad . Hashers could have been decapitated by low-hanging iron roofs, garrotted by washing lines, gored by barbed wire, or just simply lynched by irate locals, but we all survived, more or less. Remind me to take my Valium before Boxer’s next Hash.

The free’n’easy atmosphere of recent gatherings was great, but all good things come to an end, and it was with a heavy heart that Hashers responded to Wet Dream’s call to “Form a Circle”. There were the usual interminable announcements, that as usual he got wrong. The Africa Interhash is on 3 May 2009 in Kampala, the Saba Saba Hash is on 6/7 July (cough up to Camp Bed) and there is a MishManagement Meeting this Thursday at Oooooooor Hooooose. Next weeks run will be set by Lord Whore Whore somewhere on the Peninsula (did I hear groans?). Some stupid twit mentioned Arusha, so we had to sing “Arushashasha” and this gave those two delinquents - “Rain Queens?” - Nasty Pasty and Boogie Boobs the excuse to play with LateCummer’s hosepipe. You can tell that Nasty Pasty enjoys asking strangers what their favourite sexual position is, but even her dirty mind was boggled by the answers “Screaming Pelican” and “Roadhouse”. The latter involves a wall apparently - how unlike the sex life of our own dear Queen. Our Marine friend was made Hash Hero for his dog wrestling. Friar Tuck got a downdown for putting it about too much, and Armani was christened “Lousy Head” for hare offences. Frozen Scrotum was awarded the Hashit for sending a cripple to pick up the heavy beer crates. The Circle ended with the traditional song.

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