HASH TRASH
Run No.1339 12 October 2009
Venue: My Little Pony’s Horsebox
Hares: Fat Bastard, My Little Pony

A fair number of the more intrepid hashers made it out beyond the end of civilisation as we know it to Mbezi Beach, where the Hares treated them to some gentle diversionary exercise before they got down to the serious business of the evening.

The GM - CampBed - was so laid back that he was almost horizontal, but somehow things came together in a desultory but entirely consensual way (Wet Dream must have been turning in his grave - if he were dead that is, which I don’t think he is - unless nobody thought to tell me, which is often what happens, as I am not on Facebook, or on Twitter - unlike that Shaggy Haggis, my he can Twitter, you should have heard him on the subject of St Andrews Ball (28 November), which is good value at half the price, and where the procedure for getting tickets is so arcane it could have come out of a Dan Brown novel ..... time for a closing bracket methinks). The Trailmaster - Rippa - astounded everyone by knowing that next week’s hash will be hosted by Flatulence at his gas station on Mahando Street. Shaggy Haggis will also have his hand in it apparently, so be warned.

The RA - Mr S**t**le - tried to bring to account those hashers who have been whingeing about the hash food, but the spineless ba*ta*ds backed down. Flatulence had been complaining about not getting any, but that is a different matter entirely, and the Hash cannot be held in any way responsible for that - and in any case the world and his wife knows that it isnt true. Get Me Off and Twin Peaks were put on display for getting lost and they chose Hornigoat (!?) and Byte My Mega to show them the true path to Nirvana. Returnees included the Bastards (Fat and Tiny) + Bitch, Capt Skidmarks, Dion, Janine and their two nippers. Contrary to Hash etiquette the Returnees were asked to state their FSP (in case there had been any changes, the RA said), and what we heard was: on top; being lazy, not fussy, beating the meat, looking after a cripple, and flying monkey - though I think my notebook got a bit confused at this point. Dion and Janine and their two nippers (who made excellent beer slaves by the way) were named Frozen Meat, JerkOff, Ice Cube and Icicle. And the Hashit was re-awarded to LateCummer for failing to put in an appearance. The Circle ended, as it should, with SLSC.

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