The last run was 773, the next run is 774, then 777, so this run was ?

PoleVault said it was 775, the sweatshirts said it was 775, but I'm calling it 773.5 (half a run?), because it was

THE MUNCHKIN RUN !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

RUN #774 - December 29, 1997

You're in the land of the little people now ! (yeah, communistic little rascals too! trying to make us all dress alike, and starting at the unhashly hour of 7:04 !!!)

That's ok though, as they forced us all to drink a special potion (to make us shorter) containing special preservatives. What was confusing to the easily confused FuhKawee, was the warm air, and the presence of Baby. I had to check the date (on my watch) several times to reassure myself that I hadn't been transported to summer in the land of the little people, instead of December 29. T'was noticed by several that Hardly was assembled. In matching colours. Or perhaps he had been coloured by a matching ensemble ? T'was also noticed, by the most astute and observant scribe, that one of the Munchkins (not to name Stupid Question), was leaking !!!

So! There we were, all circled up like good little settlers. Pole Vault took it upon himself to start blabbering at the group (who made him boss ?) about runs this, and visitors that ( Bird Brian, Jugs, French Blow Job), and archived this ( Tiny, Suck Her, Mucky Dip, Bunny, Sachmoe, Baby, and Vibrator). There were a couple of other announcements. Then the Munchkins started in with the poetry (Hey !! The only culture I want is what I get in cheese !!) describing how

M

is on (it was immediately noticed that there were two huge M's on the wall across the street above the MacDonald's restaurant).

UM

is a moment of indecision where the Munchkins could not decide where to go.

HMM

is where they actually decided not to go.

AND ........ (sadly, i missed this one on trail, but more about that later)

KB

was the MUNCHKIN KISS BREAK !!!!!!

(SQ should be commended for her cute little piece of ...... prose)

Being nasty little people (or grumpy ?, no that's a dwarf), the scoundrels instead of pointing On-On, called check!! (I'll get you, you and your little dog too!) Soon the height challenged M was discovered, and we were off (well, on, as we are normally off). After a little scampering around downtown, searching for the yellow brick road (no, no tin man, scarecrow, or lion, although we did have a hulking semi-nude Peekaboo, and three trained monkeys in yellow cycling jackets), the pack wandered off into what looked like an opium induced stupor, and Gopher Broke and I found ourselves to be FRB's! Kudos to the hares for saving the cliffs of Dover from depletion (although, I don't think they are in that much danger, SO MARK THE DAMN TRAIL!! more often, please). Soon the pack was back, and the trail discovered, leading to a playground where Gopher Broke and Fuckawee were not the only ones to play (more later). From there, over the island that was formerly the artist known as Prince, to the stairs. At this point, your faithless scribe, GopherBroke, Twisted Sister, Bag Lady, and Bag'OPoo decided to follow the yellow-lined path in search of the wizard, leaving the pack to wander up the hill in search of munchkin kisses, poppy fields, and other stuff.

Back at the bar (yes, I did skip a bit, but I'm the scribe, I can do anything I want with this. I could ramble endlessly about anything, other stuff, completely Hash unrelated, and you couldn't stop me, you powerless fools, HAHAHAHAHAHA)

where was I. AH yes, back at the bar, it was noticed that both Pole Vault and Wants It paid hashcash in extremely small denominations (yes, it was the munchkin run, but there ARE limits).

Stuff from the On-In :

DOWNDOWNDOWNDOWNDOWNDOWNDOWNDOWNDOWNDOWNS

MISERY cried the RA, MISERY more than once!! An Ex-RA has been seen handing out RA cards (staledated no less), expecting more than kisses!!!! Knobby was downed with a special song, which I can't remember, and didn't have the forethought to write down, but tough shit!!

True the trail markings were cryptic, and sometimes hard to find (possibley washed away in the rain ? Tornado ? Monsoon ? BLUE MOON!), but that was no reason for Bobbin Robbin to mark it in his blood. He was downed to the tune of S+M man.

PISS OFF the lot of you!

the not-so-lost-tribe FUKAWEEEE!!!


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