Another big pack of 37 runners gathered at the car park at Lee Point Rd. beach expecting a German Marathon and home cooked European Tucker. Surprisingly, the run was quite benign.
While the fat bastards stood around the Trailer and tried to drink all the piss before the runners came back, the rest of us headed off left up Lee Point beach. We were entertained by a Yackaying group of Wine Cask drinkers under a tree and then we headed left again into the Rain Forest and a walking track which took us up and up and up until we hit the old RAAF Radar station and a nice Piss Stop of Gin and Orange. Then a 1km walk/run back down Lee Point Road to the Trailer

BACK AT THE TRAILER
The pack slipped thirstily into the ice cold beer.

THE BOOZE
The usual VB and Cascade light stubbies

THE CIRCLE
Gash, our glorious GM called his minions to order at 1935hrs Choir Master, Gonzo was in his best singing voice. Apparently the GM’s throne on the trailer was littered with juicy fresh Mango’s which Full Bottle had donated. A melee ensued during which Jenset seemed to escape with most. She did drop one. Gonzo informed us that in South Africa, Mango means Head Job.

DOWN DOWNS

Rhonda was fined for coming back to Hash covered in poxy sores which is what happens when one goes Scuba Diving in Krabi, Thailand without the factor 50 Sun Screen.

Full Bottle was iced for his Mobile Phone ringing during the Circle.

New Runners – Dave from Darwin, who was brought along by Hostage

Returning Runners – Rhonda and Not Yet (alias Pak Nasi).
Visitors – Nobody
Chook Fucker (aka Chicken Botherer) Sexon had no trouble handing over the Chook to Barb Wire who had mislaid the Hash Horn at Physio’s last week.
JOKES – Goose told a good one about Tight Fisted Scotsmen

The Circle finished about 1950hrs

THE TUCKER Nice Goulash and very nice Apple Turnover.

THE HARES – Furburger & Havasack

on on run 1937