Garbage for 5th June
For those of you that give a toss there was a hash run last week! The turnout
of hashers assembled at Wedgie/Rash’s was looking promising, with Linc
saying he was keen for a good length run to wind down after the ChCh Marathon on
the weekend. But it all turned to shit around 6:30 when the rain started to piss
down, and then piss down a bit harder. After huddling for a few moments in
the carport the run got underway despite VasE strongly advising that it should
be cancelled. Risking hypothermia and certain death Onon was called and the
hashers headed out into the murk. Firkin and Ssangyong took shelter in a nearby
bar while WankPlank ran away screaming; none have been seen since. Dogs
Bollocks and Navi were F.R.B’s on a trail that was quickly becoming invisible in
the monsoon, joined by Gloworm who seemed to have a sixth sense as to which way
to go. With a few twists and turns aside we ended going through god knows where,
alongside the railway tracks following the thinly laid flour to Wairakei Rd
where the one and only P.S was located. By the time the soaked walkers arrived
everyone had completely run out of give a shit and on home was called.
Back at Jennifer St the BBQ was fired up, while everyone was shivering
and wondering why they had bothered had come tonight. A shambolic fines circle
was held in the kitchen with down down’s going to Wedgie for a crappy trail,
LaBrat and VasE were kitchen bitches, Gloworm had a birthday and stand-in fines
master Dogs Bollocks took care of the rest. Finally the complaining stopped when
the now legendary Dutch soup and bread rolls was served along with a selection
of the Mad Butchers finest and salads. More beers, vodka shots and then some
lemon birthday cake! The perfect end to a really shitty night for hashing.
OnOn
J.M
of hashers assembled at Wedgie/Rash’s was looking promising, with Linc
saying he was keen for a good length run to wind down after the ChCh Marathon on
the weekend. But it all turned to shit around 6:30 when the rain started to piss
down, and then piss down a bit harder. After huddling for a few moments in
the carport the run got underway despite VasE strongly advising that it should
be cancelled. Risking hypothermia and certain death Onon was called and the
hashers headed out into the murk. Firkin and Ssangyong took shelter in a nearby
bar while WankPlank ran away screaming; none have been seen since. Dogs
Bollocks and Navi were F.R.B’s on a trail that was quickly becoming invisible in
the monsoon, joined by Gloworm who seemed to have a sixth sense as to which way
to go. With a few twists and turns aside we ended going through god knows where,
alongside the railway tracks following the thinly laid flour to Wairakei Rd
where the one and only P.S was located. By the time the soaked walkers arrived
everyone had completely run out of give a shit and on home was called.
Back at Jennifer St the BBQ was fired up, while everyone was shivering
and wondering why they had bothered had come tonight. A shambolic fines circle
was held in the kitchen with down down’s going to Wedgie for a crappy trail,
LaBrat and VasE were kitchen bitches, Gloworm had a birthday and stand-in fines
master Dogs Bollocks took care of the rest. Finally the complaining stopped when
the now legendary Dutch soup and bread rolls was served along with a selection
of the Mad Butchers finest and salads. More beers, vodka shots and then some
lemon birthday cake! The perfect end to a really shitty night for hashing.
OnOn
J.M