Hash Trash 28 September 2009

Hash number 133something

Hosted by Ripper (run) and Candy Blower (walk)

From Valhala coumpound

Candy Man led the circle.

Announcements:

- Congratulations to Panty Pockets for the organisation of the Morogoro weekend. Boxer had a down-down as look alike for PP who was absent. Blame on hashers who did not go to Morogoro: the Marines, Slimy Bastard and Ripper. Their excuses for missing it: the big boss & work for Ripper and the marines; while Slimy Bastard had to shag it (not sure I understood right, but that could make sense in the H context).

- Dominatrix received a pair of tiny shoes from a lovely non-hasher who had found them in Morogoro. All uncaring parents who had brought children went for a down-down: Nasty Pasty, Candy Blower and Uncle Paddy. But we still don’t know whom the shoes belong to, so Dominatrix kept them.….

- Party at the Marines House this Friday, 7h30 pm, bring an ID. There will be alcohol, music and hopefully some bitching. Cockroach looks interested.

- Beach Ball is coming up in November. Marines will send email with details.

- Ripper is asking for volunteers to host the H. It is very easy; you just find a venue, no matter where, and you will get all the help you need.

- Head Gasket will host the H next week from Southern Sun hotel. There will be good food, beer stop…and if it is “comme d’habitude”, we will go through the stinky fish market. There was an “Où est le papier?” version of the French anthem when Head (or Ed?) Gasket reported about missing paper on the road.

Hares’ judgement time:

On the run by Ripper, Horny Goat was pleased the run had been pleasant and didn’t pass by Chake Chake Street, which is bumpy and uphill.

Dominatrix found that the walk by Candyblower was bloody marvellous, while Head Gasket, trying to be rude, complained it was long hot and sweaty (ok but what about the walk?).

The undersigned and Betty Boop sang with their best feminine voices to counterbalance the dominant masculine voices in a choir directed by Head Gasket.

R.A. Mr Shithole condemned the Safari delivery failure - as the down-downs were with Kilimanjaro – and called the culprits (Stiff Cocktail, SuzieQ - who claimed to be only the messenger and Late Cummer – who was lucky to be absent and represented by Dumb Ass as look alike). Boxer was questioned about some turtle driving slowly the undersigned car. Slimy Bastard was accused of not keeping the track, running his own H, not wearing a H tee-shirt and overall looking for trouble.

Returnees: 4 marines, Ripper, a very posh visitor wearing very formal shoes and a Mr Stat. Head Gasket volunteered because he was not at the H last Monday (hey, but there was no H last Monday, it was Morogoro weekend.

Only one virgin, Miriam from Germany, was brought by Rosemary, Cilia and Sarah. Flatulence, Head Gasket, Slimy Bastard and Mr Shithole volunteered to try Miriam’s FSP but none of them succeeded.

CandyMan came back in the centre. Nominees for H sh*t were Slimy Bastard, for his complete lack of respect for H rules and Mr Shithole for burping too much. Late Cummer was once more lucky to be absent. Slimy Bastard is the new H sh*t.

On Monday, the H will be from Southern Sun Hotel, hosted by Head Gasket

On On!

Foxy Pussy