Run #912 - The Pressure of a Title???

In the beginning there was a run. 900 and something I believe.
And there was Wet Butt our infamous hare who started the group off
At Friars pub for the usual pre run circle.
Then we started the run heading south and why south?

And has Wet Butt ever thought of a warm up at the start of a run?
Like what is up with these F#@*^# hills off the start of a run?
Sooo! Let's dispense with the whining. Past the first hill, run 900 and something, was, shall we say·.. Swell!
The run then took us winding through the usual residential areas annoying those inhabitants with an occasional blast of a horn and a somber "on on".

And more F#@*^# hills.... Did I say I was going to stop whining?

Finally back to Friars for run 900 and something on in. (Man am I going to have to take better notes next time).
And messages from the RA were heard as "mmmm mmmm HA HA mmm mmm SHUT THE FUCK UP! mmmm mmm mmmm HA HA. Down down down". Yes the PA was a great idea however, not well executed. Hey Smokin Chick pass me another beer! Was I supposed to type that, OH well!

And finally:

Things I would like to hear on the Hash

On-On

Shagadelic

Editorial Over-Run...

This is pretty damn good for no notes and only 12 beers! Unfortunately we only got into beer #4 and all the fun was over.

Tune in again next week when you may there someone say, "Mmmmm, mmmm and mmmm".

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Enormous Chicken Gives Birth to Preston Manning's Test Tube Clone

In honour of Spring and St. Paddy's Day, we present (with complete disregard to our headline,) things we like that are green.

Guacamole. This is the greenest of the condiments, with the exception of McD's special sauce during the peak temperatures of summer. Two of the editorial staff like the taste of guacamole, but we acknowledge, in deference to Poolboy, that it does also make a good alternative to conventional aftershaves, lasting hours longer than Hai Karate.

Kermit. Granted, there is nothing good about a muppet, and we think the Hash is familiar with our Elmo Must Die campaign, but there is something admirable about a skinny guy with an odd voice that gets away with wearing nothing but a collar, and has multiple opportunities to sleep with a pig.

The inside of Krusty's runners. Everytime we limp into a sporting goods store and are coerced into thinking that spending more than eight dollars on a pair of runners will make us faster, more ergonomic and less squeaky, we think fondly of the World War One surplus shoes that carry Krusty at inhuman speeds through knee-deep shiggy and heavy traffic.

St. Patrick's green beer. Normally we stand firmly against adding anything to beer (except for more beer,) but St. Patrick is, after all, a saint, and we drink heavily in his honour, knowing that we are somehow performing an act of religious significance.

Spring. Sure, you can make arguments for all the other seasons, but if you like shiggy, and even if you don't, spring is the time to get your knees wettest, especially if you want to do it prior to leech season. (Incidentally a cheap, low-fat source of protein.......)

On-On,

Yer Editors