RUN #168 RUN STORY BY BEVERELY HILLS, TRY A F and ROBBING BASTARD
Hares: VV and Jackal
A Site: Somewhere along the 3240 right next to a Tapioca field
It was a bit of an adventure getting to the run and somebody rumored if the bus would actually make it to the run site with that hole in the road on the way. Took a more closer look on the way out and it really looked more like a meteorite just hit the pavement….anyway, eventually the bus did arrive and the illustrious pack was sent out by the hares…so it goes.
This weeks write-up will definitely not compete with last weeks Jackal notes – its same as the school of painters , Jackel belonging to the medieval school of Boticelli and Michelangelo giving photographic evidence of humans eye whereas this weeks scribing goes beyond imagination and more of a modern painting with colors and phantasies….
The first phantasy coming to my mind was Sheik Me Me ….actually not him but his 2 Virgins he brought along which even let Dizzy retrieve some of his previously lost eyesight sharpness. Well, we come to that later.
If you see VV on the Hare list, what do you expect?? Right, Tapioca and swamp! And what did we get? Tapioca, cattle, swamp, tapioca, swamp and sandy trails zigzagging across the territory. And, well don't forget the false trails…which were plenty full at the beginning of the run. Later on, the hares got tired and checks followed a bit easier which got Jellobutt into his favorite position to touch the beer truck first. My god, what kind of childhood did he had …. This always first mentality (does it extend to the bedroom I wonder?) must have been caused by an unfortunate event. If I speculate, it would be such cruel thing as been beaten up badly by his little sister or left home alone for several months. Let us make a collection of money for Jellobutt in order to put him in a position to finance a decent psychiatric treatment for his irregularity. I suggest he should also consult Dr. On On for a first round of speech training…..
Everybody enjoyed the run but Cabbage Flaps. Poor “Flapsy” overstretched her ligaments, sprained her ankle and ended up icing the swollen foot for the rest of the circle and sad to report, she even didn't get a down-down to reduce the pain. Because checks towards the end of he run were easy, the pack somewhat stretched out due to their uneven physical constitution, age, gender and general attitude towards running. It made some people wandering around lonely, noticeably Kee Mah and particularly Robbing Bastard had gone astray and came in late more than ready for a quick beer..
After the first few beers, it was time for VV's catering service which everybody enjoyed. A special thank you for Monsineur VV for his today's double role as Hare and Master of French Cuisine.
The GM Hobbit calls the hares on the ice first, as usual, unusual although the French-German collaboration. French are the mechanics and the Germans are the lovers. The Germans are the cooks and the French are the crooks. Good run boys!!
BHPC
At this stage BHPC got so excited thinking about the Aryan contribution to gastronomy and sexology that we had to take over. His notes show that the second fantasy he had in mind was the arrival of Me Me and virgins back at the A site so well up the running order. Would our illustrious joint master be introducing virgins to the art of shortcutting? Me Me shortcutting? Unthinkable!
Talking of shortcutting, getting lost through shortcutting has now become so engrained in Lord Lucan's psyche that he tried to do it on the way to the A site. Consequently by the time he arrived, the circle had already started. We'd offer to paper the way from his house to the next A site but fear that would only serve to exacerbate his problem.
BHPC's third fantasy apparently was the sight of Madame Claude running with Strawberry Pink Condom through the tapioca. We all know that Mademoiselle Chang is far too good for this cad. The French must accept that they are not in the same league as the Germans when it comes to relationships with women . BHPC is apparently willing to offer his services as an eminent sexologist to this couple at a considerable cash discount that is possibly available to other hash members.
We both want to make it absolutely clear that it was sweat in his eyes and not tears for the temporarily missing Try-a-Fuck caused Robbing Bastard to lose the thinly spread paper despite the valiant efforts of our leader Hobbit to keep him on track. That man is so athletic ( Hobbit not RB ) that Robbing Bastard was unable to keep him in sight and ran the second half of the course entirely on his own.
It would be very wrong too, for you to assume from BHPC's report that Kee Mah lacks physical prowess. That man should be a hash hero. He deliberately placed himself equi-distant between RB and the following runners so good ONON calls from the pair of them guided the back runners safely home, despite the economical use of paper. Talking about Hash heroes, only his mate seems to have noticed that Try-a-Fuck should be considered the main contender for hash hero of the year award. His finely tuned physique merits running with the likes of Jellobutt and Cabbage Kneivil at the front, but he consistently stays behind to guide home the lame and the unlucky. What a man!
OnOn TaF and RB
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