The Flour Head Run (sponsored by Asian Tigers)
Block 30 Dover Rd
Hares: Wet Brazilian
On On: The Boxer on site
Croc Hunter
This guy does a lot more for us than he is paid to do. Please help him by replacing the caps on the water bottles after you shower and not leaving the containers scattered all over the place for him to gather up when we have all left. Several of the large containers can no longer be filled to the top because they don’t have caps.
The Run:
Stiffy turns up in his green sports car with a female who is obviously not his wife. The Hare turns up covered in flour all over her head. Oh, hang on, that’s not flour in her hair, that’s her hair. Hooray turns up, unfortunately. Comes Quietly turns up and is called for guest fees. Slocum turns up with a serious hobble but no bike. Fat Crashing Bastard turns up in sympathy with him and takes a seat. Sneaky Comer has sneaked off to Sydney without his wife and does not turn up… Wet n Wild does not turn up, preferring to sneak off to a wine bar with the gals while her hubby is away. Kamala is off on a hot date and does not turn up. And Boo doesn’t turn up as he is making his next million dollars at work.
So it was a sorry looking hird (Aussie AFL watchers will understand the significance of this spelling) of Hashers that assembled under threatening skies. Luckily there was a massive group of vibrant guests to fire us up. And keep the Treasurer happy.
The Hare said you can run in all directions from the site. And we did. Ambitious T Checks kept everyone cursing as we headed obviously towards Kent Ridge Park. Wrong. Another T Check sent us back into the Colbar area for some Black and White house running. That did not stop me from exploring Kent Ridge where I found no trail at all.
Realizing my slight misjudgment, I made a dash down Buona Vista Rd, coming across an equally lost Kannot Kan. In to Portsdown Rd where I finally picked up trail going towards the old railway line. Only thing was that by this time it was 6.50.
So while the Pack made their way towards Holland Village and the Ulu Pandan canal, I dashed back to Dover Rd where I picked up the home trail, including a lovely pink arrow encouraging runners to cross the road dodging traffic instead of using the lights only 50 metres away.
Everyone was happy and headed for a shower and cold drink.
The Circle: Jack Off calls us to order under a threatening sky, but luckily Dragon Breath has a supply of Asian Tigers umbrellas which she generously hands out. Thank you!
Crikey, so what did we think of that for a run? Too long, too short, too medium. The GM says no matter what sort of a run it was, it was still a good run.
Tell us about your On On: The Boxer, Lasagna, salad etc $12. Always good.
Next week’s run: Lentor Ave, Track 24. The Boxer Birthday Bash (will she do her own On On?)
Lipstick: Knobby Boy Scout, In and Out, Fat Crashing Bastard and Slocum, both of who didn’t run but sat on a chair all night, and a few visitors.
Guests: Dragon Breath, Fetus, Just Jane, Trash, Golden Shower, Dimples, Park Whore Bitch, Trevor, Mike, Two Cups One Girl, Far East F#*k, Just Greg, Totally Unacceptable, and Knobby Boy Scout.
In and Out is in as a Returnee.
Virgins: rather scarce these days.
New Member: Nope.
Tits: Jack Off tells us she needs more thinking time.
Dick: Stiffy is happy as all his prayers were answered when he had a charge given to him on a silver plate. A female told him that she had a big problem at home. All her drains were blocked. Calling in a plumber, the root of the problem was quickly discovered – someone had been flushing wet wipes down the toilet. Dragon Breath owned up, claiming at her age her pussy gets a bit dry and needs some fragrant moistening. Oh my, with a husband called Butt Wiper, let’s not go any further with this one. Thank heavens the wet wipes did not make their way into NewWater.
The Banana Protector goes to Stiffy as his banana will need protection for all the gals he picks up in his sports car.
This springs Jack Off’s brain into action, and says if Stiffy is going to pick up gals in his green sports car, they may as well have big Tits. Stiffy takes the Tits as well, but not before Jack Off does one more jump up and down on the spot to bounce her Tits before she is back to normal. Slocum’s eyes pop out.
Awards –nope.
Announcements: 40th Anniversary of Harriets, Oct 26th
Cheval Restaurant, Turf City.
$99 – 7 course meal, free flow and entertainment.
AOB:
- Park Whore Bitch introduces his friend who is visiting Singapore and taking in all the sites. While in Orchard Towers he ended up in the middle of a police raid. Doors locked, music off, lights on. “men, you can all leave,’ said the constabulary, ‘gals, you stay right where you are.’ A Hash naming opportunity. OT Raider was the first suggestion, but was overrun by another choice. And with the power infected in her, Jack Off named our visitor forever more ‘Four Floors of Whores.’
- Slocum, while we were out running, witnessed a debate between The Boxer and Penile Extension on where to set up the food table. With rain threatening, one wanted it set up under cover of the HDB, while the other wanted it within arm’s reach of the beer wagon. Somehow Not Tonight weighed into the debate and ended up being charged for it.
- Knobby Boy Scout has an Exhibition on for the launch of his book, featuring disappearing aspects of Singapore. The Harriets feature in one of the photos. Not that the Harriets are disappearing, but the location of where the photo was taken is.
- Stiff reminds the GM that it was Boxer’s Birthday as well as Comes First.
On that note, On On to the On On.
Scribed by Cock Radio.
A Fairy Tale with a Happy Ending.
Once upon a time, there was a bloke who asked a sheila to marry him. She said no.
And so he lived happily ever after with his mates, drinking beer, playing golf, fishing, betting on the horses, farting in bed, leaving his dirty clothes on the floor, taking an annual holiday to Pattaya, leaving the toilet seat up, subscribing to all the sports channels and going to the footy on a Saturday arvo. The End.