Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Run#167 The Trash


Welcome to the Hash House Harriers Fishfingers and Chips Club. We meet each Monday night and eat fish fingers and chips at various houses in Roebuck Estate. Please come along. Oh and we also do mini marathons. Guys, the planes have big engines and they only have to run the length of the runway once. We had to do two lengths and two widths and then do it via Roebuck Estate and Old Broome and almost into Cable Beach and Sunset Park. And half of it in the dark! At one stage my navigation beacon was playing up and I was worried about getting lost. If I did, then I don’t even have a black box. I think I’ll leave it there. 10.38 kms, must be a bit of a record except for the on back that Two Dogs set near Blue Haze last year. Speaking of on backs, didn’t see too many of them and what’s with setting a marathon with one stick of chalk and a cup of flour. I guess you were just being resource conscious! That’s good. Well we got a good workout, twenty five hashers and two virgins, not a bad turnout. You must have scared off the virgins though as they were no where to be seen at the end. I should also mention that during the run poor Franger got a puncture when she opted to climb the fence with the shortcut boys. Hopefully she can be repaired. The circle a la Red meant a mass standup as almost everyone was sitting after the run. The hares Porno and Fishfinger got the Shit Run Toilet Seat and rightly so. The two new Fifties were the first charges with Westpac finally getting her 50th Run cup a few runs ahead of her Analtool. The other was Faucet who is still running after 50 years. Wow he’s getting on! I would just like too add a public thanks to the Troublesome Trio of Pash, Slang and Stealth who gave me a lovely set of silky grey tights, some leopard skin undies, a leopard skin shirt and a sparkly gold wrestlers mask. Will they make me look younger? Why do I need a mask? Yes, I can’t wait until the dry and we have a Superheroes Hash Run and the Faucinator will be there! And Red, what’s with the Cock Book. I asked for a Cookbook! And thankyou to those who attended my party. Enough about me. Namings. Yes. Two. Short little blonde ex-virgin girl is now called Funnel. She almost got Data because of her iphone she straps to her arm, but that was a bit lame and then Deep Throat which was probably a bit the other way and anyway Linda Lovelace is old enough to be her Grandmother. [old people laugh here, young people show weird expression]. She ended up with Funnel due to the way she can put away a beer. She can down a beer faster than Muppet can pour hers out behind her head. Someone suggested Funnel lacked sexual innuendo but as I mentioned on the night, that you need a funnel when inserting a gerbil. Not many people got it. What do they teach in schools these days? A quick look on Google to check the spelling of gerbil exposed the fact that you first need to declaw and shave them. I guess we can all learn something no matter how old we are. And Porno’s Bitch finally got his own name. Fluffy or Fluffie or Fluffer (sorry I missed the spelling). The two new namers downed their beer together but Funnel gave Fluffy a 5 second head start and then still beat him. Food. Wait. Director made an announcement of his new Chilli and Cheese Diet so I’m guessing he didn’t partake. We wish him well. Fishfingers and chips again but there was also a yummy spicy soup which was great. Good night guys, despite me rambling on on.

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