#Run 832 - Stream of Unconciousness

A sip of brandy, a sip of water, a sip of brandy, a sip of water, a slug of brandy, lots of water . . . where was I? Not doing too well with this scribing #832

Last Monday, December 14, at the Highlander to be precise, circled up by a Knob and hared by a Tight-ended myDoll. Out from the parking lot, and across 16th, and from then on, my lack of direction took over. I trailed a few and then trailed a few more, a buggy for two, and a buggy for one, and a four-legged canine on lead with some. Down the hill I was told the pack would go, so I followed, and followed, with no cries to be heard or few marks in sight, eventually turning back before worsening my plight. A dog I did Shadow, as he went on his way, scenting bush and lamp post and pavement (?) and other, losing cold Canadian Beaver (not bacon or steak) to the comfort of the Highlander, meeting up with a Hardly, Twisted, Perfesser and a Pyro, still following a Shadow in the wake of his Lake, it being a bit chilly to utter "P'tooie". A few turns this way and that, and not enough white stuff to outline an angel, and in sight of the Highlander we shortly were.

Calendars for $10, $15 next week, and popcorn and beer and people galore, with photoshoots for the CH3 Australian swimsuit edition as chosen by Stranger and modelled by Ben-wa (no lumpy balls). Some announcements and tit(bits) I recall just now: trash of distinction for an upcoming run - order early and now from Hardly for Full Moon/Cogs fun; and poor Wet Butt confiding to an all ears Cocky myDoll that she was all wet on these runs; of a weakened Smirk who was no match for a weaker Wet One in the sex of battles; and of New Year's Even revels (see ACD). Having handed over notes and awards, a sniffling Wet One without a Smirk toddled off early, leaving dry Fukhowie to solo in style, accompanied by wet-throated warblers, Dreary, Twisted, Lakey and Hardly Suck(ing) Her. Blue Balled cashers were persuaded to fork out some dough to Wank in a Whale of gold liquid for the RA to bestow on:

• the hares for a trail well set (in some snow);
• for a pneumatic or pneumonia-driven Bobbin;
• and Chocoliq leaving her tail, oops trail, no, a slip, behind covered by a helpful TQ;
• for a Pole Vault(ing) Lumberjack for rutting and shortcutting,
• and a HotDogging Pole Vault for offences unclear (in my notes at least);
• for the swimsuit afficionados, Stranger and Ben-wa - did you know that Stranger is currently one of the swimsuit supermodels (in hash circles),,
• and Ben-wa again for losing . . . her car, reluctantly;
• for King Shit sliding into third base TQ, and taking out a Right Bun instead;
• for a no sun bronzed King Shit hoisting a 400th (shoe);
• and finally for a Dreary, hanging low, no, swingin' low in tribute.

Ta ta for now Homeward bound (hopefully)

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