With high expectations being that the champions from Oslo were the hares on today’s run, being Timmy Tight Pants, Doesn’t Touch The Sides and Cheap Norgy, under the direction and counsel of F*cking Dog.

The run was explained by Timmy Tight Pants, which resembled an explanation of why they give undeserving Nobel Peace Prizes to the crazies with the biggest guns, or at least the explanation took that long! There were cries from altitude (Fu*king Dog), that we were loosing light and that the nervous Timmy Tight Pants should hurry along. The hapless Cheap Norgy stood confused by Timmy Tight Pants and Doesn’t Touch the Sides couldn’t stop giggling which was no surprise .

I had previously decided not to mention that J........ in this scribe, as a protest to his non Bush like behavior, but what the heck. Running on paper off a check, beyond one hundred and fifty meters without calling OnOn, is completely unacceptable and display of contempt to his fellow hashers.

The running country was extremely pretty, though the freshly plowed tapioca succeeded in slowing down the pack. We seen plenty of black top that was statistically placed in the run, as not to cause offense, as we were sick of the freshly plowed tapioca and the black top was a welcome change.

Into the drink stop and everyone seemed pleased with the massive bananas and the abundant kit cats.

Due to the early start, rumors went through the troops the Hobbit and the Tickler were running thirty minutes behind the pack. Outside of those two, the pack spent most of the run together with the backmarkers in view of the front runners much of the time. The hares done a great job of keeping the pack together.

Arriving back to the a-site, the sun was still scorching the earth and folks were in huddles, in what shade they could find. Beer was flowing early and there was an air of festivities with the announcement at the commencement of the run, that the hares and F*cking Dog would sponsor the run in its entirety, quoting the beer, the seafood, the barbecue and even the bus! Wow what great news!

VV and Madam Claude were cooking burgers in uniform and they had hot dogs available and then there was the mountain of smocked salmon sandwiches along with this massive bowl of skegen salad, which is a scrimp, crab and egg salad, after being put through a mincer. It was sensational.

The Circle underway and Tampax our JM, was exuberant with his accolades of the Hares efforts and nothing but praise spewed from his mouth.

Tickler was given the circle, Queen Stella and Tadpole were iced for stealing bunches of bananas. Timmy Tight Pants was iced for sending runners in the wrong direction and Pussy Virus was chastised for his tight pants and camel toe exhibition. We noted the anniversary of Albert Nobel and Spag and Jellobutt were iced, representing what is a distorted order of peace after the recent US debacle. This day in 1906 saw the birth of Walt Disney and in reflecting on Walt Disney’s vision, Ringworm was representing Grumpy, Tadpole-Snow White, F*cking Dog-Goofy and Anal Rape-Mickey Mouse.

Pussy Virus taking the Bushmaster had Na hee Man face-down on the ice with Piss Pole Dancer on his back for sitting on ice, near naked when he returned from the run. Cheap Norgy was iced for telling PV that Tickler had arrived late with a toy girl. Go figure! And Mr Pepteen, now seen all over the media came to the run disguised as Anal Rape.

Charlie Manson with Bushmaster in hand, claimed, to everyone’s admiration, that he had broken all the front checks. The Rumours that Sheik MeMe and Piss Pole Dancer were opening the much anticipated Hash House Inn, with free beer and sex for all hashers, were squashed. Then the Bush Hash stooped to the lowest level that could be anticipated in the ice spinning display with a nondescript, lanky, uncoordinated frog, that scarred our memories of this once famous sport of young ladies, eager to achieve their personal best and which was a huge spectator sport.

Bam Bam with the Bushmaster, yelled at everybody!

And on it went, with miles of beer (and zero extra ice), we didn’t care! We were just rolling around having fun and knowing that Big Nose Bastard and Ringworm were yet to bless us with their eloquent wit which they deliver in a bulldozer! VV entertains with his secrets of condom testing, which he has perfected since retirement and continues to exhibit in Boys Town on Wednesdays for those few extra euros.

The frogs sang us a song that we did not understand.

Charlie Manson crumbled to the ground and destroying a stool, which was as funny as a fart!

The Norgies lead us in the hash hymn which topped off a sensational day.

OnOn to Normal’s Birthday Run!