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A-site for Bush Run # LXXIII
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Stats for Run # LXXIII (73)
14th October 2006

Total turnout = 61

Run report included on this page




Hares:
Rusty Ringhole No Trucking Idea

Hash names colour code:

 Men
 Women
 Male Teenager
 Female Teenager
 Male Child
 
Female Child
 Number of run
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Photos for Bush Run # LXXIII
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Faithful Hounds = 24
 Weed Eater (55), No Meat (52), Pissed Pole Dancer (48), Fucking Dog (37), Pussy Virus (37), Allah’s Arsehole (35), Arsehopper (35), Peler (34), Seaman Swallow (34),
Care Bear (30), Arseaholic (29), Barbie Doll (25),
Midnight Star (23), Bow Wow (18), Are You Sure (16),
Rusty Ringhole
(16), Snoopy (12), The Tickler (10),
Late Coming Ball Slapper (8), No Trucking Idea (7),
Borderline (7), Hobbit (4), Suna or Later (2), Finocchio (2) 
Returnees = 22
Ringworm (68), Big Nosed Bastard (58), Knickerless (52), Charlie Manson (49), Miserable Cunt (38), Deep Sleep (37), Bottoms Up (23), Lunch Box (23), Ball Ringer (22),
Jellobutt (22), Arseholeo (21), Bell End (21),
Chicken Fucker (15), Rainbow (14), Chicken Nugget (12), Fireman (6), Tinkerbell (5), Katoey Anal Masturbator (4), Idaho (4), Roger the Sick Prick (4), Beaver Shot (2),
Touch My Stuff (2)





Bush newcomers = 15
Chicken Legs, Jungle Jane, Lynxx, Queen of the Nile,
Satan’s Willy
, Sir Wanda, Diarrhoea, Gary Glitter,
Lubricunt, Dtaa, Cecilia Larsen, Laura Herold,
Jittra M, Melody, Bastian Larsen





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Anniversaries:
Octuple Bushmaster status 104 runs:  
Septuple Bushmaster status 91 runs:  
Sextuple Bushmaster status 78 runs:  
Quintuple Bushmaster status 65 runs:  
 Quadruple Bushmaster status 52 runs: No Meat and Knickerless
Tripple Bushmaster status 39 runs:  
  Double Bushmaster status 26 runs:  
  Single Bushmaster status 13 runs:  
This months birthdays:  
6 hared runs:  





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REPORT FOR
Run # 73


Run Story By:
Jellobutt

Today's hash run was all about Up and Down Dick and Rusty Ringhole's attempt to destroy Jellobutt by
 exhaustion rather than by the usual methods of mortor shelling and gunfire as what I have come accustomed to in my digs in Iraq.

 The "A" site was spectacular; vistas of rising hills surrounding a deep blue lake in the foreground. No
 nasty ants or mossys or other insectual intrusions, just good ole fashion clean air and a cool breeze
 between the trees (or was that between her knees). Anyway, nice "A" site choice hares.

 The pack set off with the optimistic goal of "If I can just make it to the first water stop...". The trail
 went up and down gently sloping hills, into some jungle weeds, through river crevices, and landed us
 into some nice juicy shiggy.
Fireman was unable to keep up with Nickolass, and of course, Boarderline
 barely made it to the water stop, all out of breathe. Where was GI Joe? Lost? Maybe, but it was quite
 strange to see him skipping along, hand in hand with
Big Nose Bastard, both picking daisys by the side of a
 small pond, how cute. Within one hour mostly all of the pack made it to the water stop. Then off we all went down a paved road for about 5 minutes until back into the jungle, weeds, and shiggy.

 The trail went on and on... for about another 90 minutes. Checks were excellent as I directly others to
 "check it out" so I could take a breather and relax. No use burning energy on useless false trails.

 What happened at the circle? Well, I don't remember much except that I was iced and bucketed profusely though I was innocent of all charges except the one involving my three rules to keep a Thai girlfriend.
Charlie Manson, founding father of the Bush Hash was present with his beautiful daughter from Sweden. We all hope she will come back to the hash again soon, preferably divorced and horny for short American men.

 Since I only have 10 days of R and R, I made it a goal of mine to drink myself stupid so as to appear normal. After 4 months of hellish soberity in Iraq I was able to put on a nice drunk quickly, that is, within 6 or so beers. With the help of the ice and bucket, I was well on my way to fulfilling my day's goal.
I don't remember much of the circle after sunset. I have no recollection of the bus ride back to Pattaya,
 how I made it back to my hotel, or the face of the wench I slept with that night. Ah Pattaya,,.. sweet
 convultions and everlasting amnesia.

 See ya'll in February.

 On On
 Takrit, Iraq


 
Jellobutt