Next Prick Me explains about the ring of fire (nothing to do with last night’s chillies), but the one that runs from NZ to Aus and all the way up to Hawaii apparently. And so at precisely 8:24, on in the rather tall and white Polynesian man. Apparently with Mount Kilaueu gushing molten lava, the authorities have issued a red alert, and advised people to wear masks, and stay at home? As if that’s gonna help them from the rivers of red hot lava? B.I.M.B.O.....

 

After some chatter amongst our GM’s, PML declares there’s something missing? On in Hooray for PoTW, to cries of keep the Pr#ck - He’s alright, he’s alright, he’s got a ..... But Hooray persists, and announces - who has been abusing this thing anyway (probably almost every one). And so the candidates for future abuse are: Chastity Belt for promising beer, Foetus for all her coming and going, and Butt Wiper for adding the difficult bits on the run. And unamimously deciding this was definitely a women’s thing, Chastity Belt and Butt Wiper depart, leaving Foetus feigning distress to calls of, “Take it back to the UK... “ Drink it down, down, down, down.....”

 

And do we have a Mystery, Mystery Whip, asks Puck Smuggler? Of course we do, you pillock, you appointed him! On in Pays to Come. Where is that little bstd Coo Chi Coo, for pushing the 6’2” man down the drain. But that’s not the charge. After his first run recently, P2C got a lift to the on on from CCC. Chatting away to Crocodile Dundee, who proclaims he has been in SG for 30 years, P2C realises they are lost. So CCC pulls out his sat nav to find his way to the on on. B.I.M.B.O.....

 

Next it’s P2C lining up PML - I’m looking forward to seeing those shoes later on. But back to last week, and in her first circle as GMs, PML attracted lots of attention and even more down downs. But she took them all like a trooper. Until she got home, and started chundering (P2C obviously picked up some lingo from his trip to the on on with CCC). She’s alright, she’s alright.....

 

And now it’s open season for AoB? On in the Polynesian 8:24. “At one time, I was just like Airborne - not afraid to jump out of planes, not afraid of the dark, not afraid of confined spaces. But he was stumped when undertaking his medical exam for the CIA. The instructions were - take cup, fill with urine, stop urinating. That would be a mid-stream sample offered Airborne? F# him, drink it down, down, down, down....

 

On in Voting B#tch, proclaiming that this is the third pair of different high heelsPML has worn in the circle! VB just went to JB, bought one pair of f-me shoes for 30 ringgit, and that did her for the whole year of circle. But not the fashionista PML. Here’s to Imelda, (and for the next 48 wks) she’s true blue...

 

Next it’s Strapless, followed by the mini Lassie. On hearing lightning (huh?), Strapless prepares for the bolt from above, whilst P2C bends down, exposing Straplessas the human lightning rod. They ought to be publically.... Then, on-in Awesome 4some, sheltie,& all, charging PML who was overheard to say to the sitting P2C during the thunderstorm – don’t stand up? Was PML offering to take a bolt for P2C, or just being blur? B.I.M.B.O.....

 

Now its Puck Smuggler, who was somewhat lost on the run, but on hearing on on called, proceeded to climb over the fence - next to where there was a very obvious hole. Here’s to the blur one he’s true blue...

 

On in Circle Jerk, suggesting our Grand Mattress needs to get down to the Najib house in KL, where PML will find all the f me shoes she would like, 284 Birken designer handbags, jewellery and 72 suit cases of cash. Stuck for words (cannot be lah!) Strapless asks are they Halal shoes? Down, down, down, down...

 

And as the last beer is poured, Prick Me calls in Voting Bitch. There is a rather small event in the UK - the Royal Wedding. It’s been somewhat of a soap opera, with the Markle family’s father slagging paparazzi’s pictures, the step sister slagging off princess Meghan, etc, etc. So here’s to the feral family, they’re true blue...

 

No Good - thanks to the wagon man guy who chose this well lit place (CCC can’t hide in the shadows like he normally does). And as Butt Wiper makes an announcement for the Kampong Hash, it’s on on on at 8:37pm, and off to our favourite place.

 

Another excellent run and circle, well done hares, especially for the beers afterwards.

Back to History...
Back to History...
Run 1887
Early birthday run
 

18th May 2018

Run Site: Turf City Main Car Park Block B

On-on: Forture Seafood

Hares: Airborne & Butt Wiper

 

Total Run/ Circle Attendance:   42, of which 41 Members ( 19 F, 22 M)

Virgins:                                   Not so’s you’d notice

Returnees:                               1 (1F)

Next Week’s Hares:                   Mystery

Run Site: Zhongshan Car Park, off Ah Hood Rd, off Balestier Rd

On-On: Starkers Bistro

 

Circle Scribe: Fawlty Towers, Photos: Airborne

Having survived the run and mostly avoided the threatening rain, and as the hashers were enjoying the best beers of the week under the shadows of the Turf Club Grandstand, we were abruptly called to order at 7:55pm by the Puck family. And what did we think of the run? Too much interference to our beer drinking, too many pipes, too much shiggy(?), too much turf. But anyway, too bad, coz the crowd has spoken over the boisterous few, and it’s rightly declared a good run.

And On-On? says our new GMs - Puck Me Lately. That was a question, not a direction. Forture Seafood for a menu handpicked by Airborne, and 3 free beers per table - hashy b’day 2 u.....

 

Before our GM’s get into the flow of things, Chastity Belt strides in, decked out like he was ready to read the BBC news, and calls in Wankie Pooh, for the charge of not packing his kit. B.I.M.B.O., for Chastity Belt for not packing his own kit…

 

Regaining control, our newbie GMs calls in the guests. It must be members’ night, as Foetus is the only one, and she’s definitely a returnee – why was she born so...

 

And do we have a hare for next week’s Lucky Luck run no. 1888? It’s a mystery apparently. We kinda know where it is but you’d betta check the web site for run details says PML, for which she was promptly awarded by Pokai, the first of many down downs for being a B.I.M.B.O......

 

Airborne confirms that it’s not fake news, and it is indeed a mystery run, so read the bloody newsletter that he spends half his weekends putting together.

 

On with the hare whip, and Airborne rightfully calls in Butt Wiper - his last minute step in assistant. Seemingly liking to get his butt into shiggy, BW came armed with a pair of secateurs? Is this a gardening show? Seems they weren’t much good, and our intrepid Airborne came out covered in thorns and blood - get a Parang man - He ought to be publically.....

 

And despite the earlier b’day song, it seems it’s not yet Airborne’s special day - that will be May 24 (girls clear your diaries). But it was in fact Empire Day, when the Brits would wave their flags. This subsequently got downgraded to Commonwealth Day minus the flag waving. And the only reason Airborne was hare today, was becoz someone stole his b’day run next week. But we’ll have to wait for the mystery to be solved. Here’s to the Empire man, he’s true blue.....

 

And to put matters right, PML comes in with 12 very fancy cup cakes, each with the number 12. And doing the math like a supercomputer, Airborne declares he is not 144, even if it may appear that way to some. Hashy b’day to you..... And handing a cup cake to the scribe (should I be honoured or frightened?), its decided to ta bao to the Red Lantern.

 

And now, it’s time, for, the, Mystery, Whip? And after a couple of falsies, it’s the Kiwi - Prick Me, who immediately calls back the hares. Seems the flightless bird did the short run, but then the trail just ran out, and there was nothing? And Prick Me had to resort to her GPS and navigational skills to find her way home. But Airborne explained, we didn’t lay the last bit, coz everyone knows their way home from the Red Lantern! “They ought to be publically...”