HASH TRASH
Run No.1340 19 October 2009
Venue: Flatulence’s Gas Station
Hares: Flatulence, Rippa, Shaggy Haggis
Knacked Chef: Shaggy Haggis

It was a most irregular Hash. Flatulence told the runnners that there were various lengths of trail on offer, but he didn’t know his a**e from his elbow, so it was all bullshit. After the first half hour there were runners all over the Peninsula, some taking short cuts, some lost, some in IST clinic - there may be some still out there for all I know. It was piggy black by the time we got back to the gas station, but this was an achievement of sorts. Mr S**t*ole was the GM. Rippa told us that next weeks hash will be at the Brewery, where there will be a short run, an even shorter walk, and a long, long drink. If you are really desperate the St George’s Society are having a bash at the Sweet Easy on Friday, and theres a Halloween Horror at the Marine House on the following Friday. The RA - Cockroach - made the epicurean hashers - Erotic Chicken, Tiny Sausage, and Shaggy take the triple. Bacon n’ Eggs should have been part of it too but he was still been stitched up by the IST Clinic. Returnees included Gollam, Little MG, Mr Bombastic, Erotic Chicken, and Head Gasket. Hashy Birthday was sung at Little MG, who is 18 going on 25. Virgins included Audrey, Colin, Adija, and Maleika whose favourite toy is a Teddy Bear. Then we sung Swing Low Sweet Chariot, and hashers started salivating at the prospect of getting their teeth on Shaggy’s tiny sausage, only to realise to their horror that the ritual was not over. Prawn and Old Mother Riley, who have given years of dedicated, drunken service to the Hash, (who can forget the futility of competing with Prawn in a drinking contest, or his admonition to Slip, Slap, Slop, and the pastoral care that he, the Bishop of Bongoyo, lavished on fallen women) are leaving (so they say) and were made to take the triple - with Flatulence. And to complete the humiliation the GM forced them to act up to “Running Bear” - they definitely can’t come back after that performance. The GM then shamelessly conned Banzai into volunteering for the Hashit. And only then did we eat - but it was real food for once. As I said, all very irregular.

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