Run 1439 3rd Boys of Jan Run

 

Date: 15th January 2010

Hares: Croc O'Shit, Ditch, Front Seat Wanker, Gypsy, Malfunktion, Phony Dick

Run-Site: Lower Seletar Close

On On: Seletar Seafood Restaurant

Numbers: Members: 72

                 Returnees: 4

                 Visitors: 7 (incl. 2 virgins)

                 Total: 83

 

 

The Run by our Mystery Run Reporter: Hot Single #02: Knickerless

 

Often on a Saturday I find myself thinking, “Thank goodness I haven’t got to do the run report today”.  Not, unfortunately, this Saturday.

When I sit down to do a run report, which is all too frequently, I often try to recall my first thoughts when I log into that email from “Contact” (is that someone’s hash name?).  This time, I thought two things.  Firstly, why on Earth does it take EIGHT men to hare a run?  I can set a run very satisfactorily with just one other co-hare – and that’s only in case I get attacked by a marauder whilst I am in the jungle.  The second thing I thought was, “Hmmmm.  Lots of potential in that area for looooooong runs, shiggy, swimming across drains and finishing in the dark”.  Do I want to go?  Oh, all right then!!!

Can I explain my disquiet?  Yes?  OK, thank you, so here’s a story.  Once upon a time, there was a group of stalwart Hashers.  They hashed regularly for twenty to thirty years.  They did short runs, medium runs and long runs.  They never short cut!  They ran in many countries and in many different sorts of terrain.  They crossed rivers, climbed mountains and waterfalls, slid down ropes, ran in deserts, crossed rickety bridges, walked planks and poles (even bendy ones, but those were mostly on a Friday night AFTER the hash), negotiated drains, boarded the MRT, buses and boats and most of all raced and slithered along jungle paths.  They served on committees, whipped, scribed, set runs, sponsored events and even ran the Circle from time to time.  But then ...... something insidious happened.  They began to find rough ground harder to negotiate.  Balance became less precise; eyesight less sharp.  Crossing those narrow planks and poles became more difficult!  Drains, drops, ropes and slopes became less inviting.  They dropped from the front of the pack, to the middle then to the back.  So, what happened to those faithful examples of hashendom?  Respected?  Cared for?  Yes, sometimes.  Light-heartedly joked with, the term “old fart” being referred to frequently?  Yes, sometimes, and who cared! But - trodden on, pushed out of the way, ignored, told to “Run the f*****g hash” or “This isn’t supposed to be a walk you know”?  “No!!!!!  Never!!!!” I hear you cry!  But YES!!!  “Often” is the answer!  Believe it or not, all of these things have happened to me.  Beware, FRBs, younger hashers, derisive hares – THIS WILL BE YOU ONE DAY!!!  That is, if you have the strength, fortitude and willpower to get that far.  So, hares, be nice to me, if I ask you about the run in advance, I am not being lazy, I am just nervous!!!

Anyway, back to the run.  Off we went, front runners like Bully, Not Tonight and Cheeky in the lead as usual.  Out onto Yio Chu Kang Road, across the footbridge and through a few hoardings into the old trails and extinct rubber plantations of the old Tagore area.  Ah, the sound of those nuts cracking! (And that’s only Boo trying to take a pee in the bushes). I wonder how long those old trails will remain. Long I hope!  But all too soon, off the pack veered into one of those dreaded drains and On Under to the north side of the Seletar Expressway.  Reluctant to leave the open trails and the swaying old rubber trees, this hasher kept going and took advantage of the Upper Thomson flyover to dash underneath and across. 

The trail continued north to the Springleaf area where I am told a certain lady hasher failed to recognise her own home ground!  The trail then turned south, through some major mud and back towards the Lentor intersection where we were able to slip illegally underneath the tangle of slip roads through to Seletar Close, and back to the run site on the banks of the Sungei Seletar Simpang Kanan (how many of you knew that!)

Front runners were back in about 50 minutes, a perfect length!   So thank you, hares, once again, for a great run, a good run site and ideal weather!

 

Knickerless xx

 

The Circle by: Cherry Picker

 

The Circle started: 19.53

 

It was one of those occasions where we had both, the Grandmaster and Grand Mistress around at the same time. No stand-in was required.

 

What did we think of the Run: Of all the January boys, only Phoney Dick, Croc O’Shit and Ditch entered the circle. After some comments about the shiggy tunnel, everyone agreed it to be a good run.

 

Tell us about your On On: Seletar Seafood Restaurant, 10 courses for 12 S$ a head plus one free dish by CumPuss: Birthday Cake for the boys.

 

Next Week’s Run: Shoe Shopper quickly announced the Australian Run at the end of Chestnut Ave. On On at Red Lantern with Comes Quietly providing vegemite sandwiches.

 

Virgins: Jess went home. What a pity. The other virgin was Lim Kuan Yik. To the question who made him come he answered: “my mom”. “Who is your mum?” was the reply. “Goody Bag”. So so, Goody Bag is making her virgin son come. Saliva requested proof that he is Goody Bag’s son and requested him to make a split. He’s allright……

 

Visitors: Mammary Mama, Valentine, Colin, Stiffener, Graeme. 

 

At this point my notes say “CumPuss needed a scratch” I wish I could remember what this means.

 

Returnees: Jack Off announced special and one normal returnee: Fawlty Towers is returnee because he is leaving for good, Thunderbolt is returnee but coming back for good and On Up is returning from the states. Our Grand Mistress can’t find anything special about King Leer. Boo The Mad Chinaman however shouted: “Look at King Leer, he is quite old, he lost his hair too”.

 

New Members: None

 

Milestones: None

 

Do we have a Hare Whip? Phoney Dick

 

Prick of the Week: Cock Radio was in search of the Prick. As he was away for some time, he wasn’t sure whether he was after the Prick or the Dick. Whatever it was, he only knew who actually had it. As Circle Jerk was not around, he went to his spouse to enquire about it. So he said to Eleven: “Does he have the Prick or the Dick?, Which one is it?, which one does he have?”. Eleven replied that he had the big one.

 

We are back to the good old times where nobody cared about Cock Radio’s testicles….. AND    NOW    ITS….TIME FOR THE …..Mystery Whip: ReciproCunt

 

At this point in time Cock Radio suddenly realised that we had a very muddy run today, especially in the tunnel below SLE. He overheard somebody complaining that the mud had gone all the way up to her nether regions. She then proclaimed “I have a muddy Foo Foon”. As this sounded French to CR, he asked King Leer to translate it for him. Not sure he really knew what it means, he said it was a nice way to say Whee Whee. Marie was then identified as the culprit and promptly, by the powers invested in our Grandmaster, named “Muddy Foo Foon”. CR sprinkled a lot of holy water into the right places and finally advised  her that Croc O’Shit would like her to have a good shower before going to bed.

 

And now……..it’s time…….for…….the….Mystery Mystery Whip: with one week delay TBA entered the stage.

 

Jack Off called Croc O’Shit and Malfunktion in for wrestling.

 

 

AOB

 

 

Circle closed: 20.45pm

 

On On On On!  

 

Scribed by: Cherry Picker

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