Absolutely Fucking Clueless 8- Ball Ringer 156- Bam Bam 74- Bangka Blower 60- Bell End 139- Beverly Hills Pink Cock 50- Burl Ives 43- Bush Woman 124- Cabbage Flaps 46- Cabbage Knievel 47- Captain Kirk 44- C.I.A. 2- Colonel Cornhole 32- Coppertone Babe 22- Crack My Coccyx 38- Crazy Pussy 8- Dizzy 149- E.T. 31- French By Injection 7- Gangreen 22- G.I. Joe 175- Greyhound 101- Hobbit 115- Horse 21- Indiana John 15- Jellobutt 134- KAM 20- Karamba 35- Lord Lucan 198- Miss Use Me 39- Mrs Head 85- Mud Cracker 36- Pebbles 40- Really Sadistic Bastard 169- Rectom 36- Rumpled Foreskin 83- Seal Sucker 62- Sheik MeMe 58- Shooting Star 8- Smiling Brown Spider 18- Spaghetti Head 70- Squeeze My Tube 107- Tampax 29- Thats The One 99- The Corpse 1- The Mummy 1- Two Time 1- Vaseline Thighs 35- V.V. 110- Daniel Olaru 1- Nam Olaru 1

Run Report

I woke up today with hangover mak maak...
Then I remembered it's another election shit day, so that means it's no alcohol for sale until after midnight.
Same Same (my future wife), then asked me:  Are you going to the Jungle-run today ? With tears in my eyes I answered: Yes !  Yes !  Sure I am .
I was then so happy my prayers were heard. Thank you Lord.  ( not Lucan )
Minutes later I was at the usual Jungle bus-stop.

It was nice to see some "real" hashers I haven't seen for a while.
During the bus ride Sheik Me Me told me he had been home at his farm in Australia, to milking (wanking) millions of litres from his 1800 cows. He also had a part-time job for his neighbour, to sucking his sheep, I mean cutting the wool of the sheep. Cheap Me Me 555 plus E.T. as we all know is one of the most famous hair-stylists in the world, told me he just arrived with his private jet from Monaco, because he was hired to do the styling of all the Royal guests for the wedding of Prince Albert. Actually he is more and more similar to his two years older brother, Hef, Hugh Hefner the Playboy-King.

After a not too long bus-trip we arrived at the A-site. It was a very nice A-site chosen by the Hares Lord Lucan and his wife. The hares tell about the run and off they went into the forest. I was the latest one to start the run, because I forgot to change shoes and shirt. It took few min. to find my bag and then change, so I was ready about 10-12 min. after they started on the trail. Then the front-runner Mudcracker was back and showed me his GPS which showed 4, something kilometres. So then i decided to do a longer run on my own. I was back after 45 min. , and couldn't see any sweaty hashers in the circle.

Probably nobody had to shower or change clothes after the run, cause the "length" of the trail. Naturally, many complained to each others about the shortest run in the history. But what can you expect when the hare is Mr. Short cutter himself Lord Lucan.

When the circle started and GM Rumpled Foreskin asked several hashers how the run was: Then the answers were like .. Great run ! Excellent run ! Good, Good, Good run !  blah..blah..blah.. F*cking Pinocchio’s! It's not possible to find so many good liars any other place in the world. The Hares, Lord Lucan and his wife should have credit for their great Nigerian stew. During the circle it started to pissing down, raining cats and dogs. Few umbrellas were used by the chicken-shit ones. But I think not even a nuclear bomb can stop us from having fun every 2nd Sunday on the Jungle hash. The circle was really good, even though it was a wet pleasure and we could do mud-wrestling in the circle.

A big thank you to the hares for their "effort", and all the hashers who had the circle,
another perfect day was over.

On On

Colonel Cornhole

(My new hash-name will be:    Dear Mr. President)

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