Garbage for 20th March
Klingon’s run
A terrible omen of disaster occurred to begin this run…LabRatand GlowWorm arrived before 6.30. A sign of the impending end of the world?Perhaps the Mayans were right…
The runners quickly set off on written directions (Klingonseems very confused over the definition of the word ‘Map’. He also appears tohave some problems telling his right from left. Remember, make the little Lwith your hand…) while the walkers dawdled their way to the first piss stop. Itwas a nice, relatively straightforward run and so the runners beat the hare(AGAIN) to the piss stop. Didn’t WorkaShirka commit the same sin last week? Therunners were somewhat mollified by the prescence of a women’s soccer team to ogleat. Finally, when the runners were almost dying of thirst, Klingon arrived…to a20 minute wait for the wankers (sorry, I mean walkers…really…). Toni provided some tasty bikkies and manychips were scoffed to fortify us for the next leg. Much whinging was done overpaying rates for public toilets which were locked, despite the sun being outand the park being used by 4 differentsports teams. JustNoze practiced some exhibitionism and the bushes were so wellused you would think there had been another sewage system crippling earthquake!
The distressed hare sent the walkers off on their next legbut held the runners back awhile. After a kerfuffle over missing keys heencouraged us to “run a bit longer”: than the ‘map’ (written directions)suggested – we pissed ourselves laughing and in fact Gremmie even crappedhimself and GlowWorm attached the product of this as a nice surprise ‘gift’ toKlingon’s car. Despite our good intent to short cut we misread the ‘map’ andended up at the foot of the Port Hills, completing an epic 11km run by the timewe finally reached the second piss stop. I can attest to the fact that GlowWormwas still b*tching about muscle strain the next night… WankPlank entertained usand traumatised Gremmie by playing with his instrument, even swinging it aroundabove his head…
On home to a meal of saussies, salad and MILF’s crumble.Firkin and two beer-swilling mates decided to join us.
Fines:
I really should write these down…
- Hare: Kilingon
- KitchenB#tch: MILF
- NewBoots: Shaun and Alan
- MissingLink: Feeling too guilty to miss the run(after 2 weeks in the pub) but still got a lift in the piss wagon to the firststop
- MILF: trying to give Klingon a rose in thecircle
- NiceBut: given the tits basically for alwaysbeing too nice and never getting fines
- Plus some others…