Run #1031 - Robbie Burns Meets the Spaceman
February 4, 2002
Hares: On-In, Crack Head and Pole Vault
Where: Bob's On The Hill, 5555 Strathcona Hill SW
Attendance: 56
Hares: On-In, Crack Head and Pole Vault
Where: Bob's On The Hill, 5555 Strathcona Hill SW
Attendance: 56
Knobby looked good in his jammies. Wild hair Suck No Evil. The red hair gives you that eyes-rolled-back, half-crazy look.
We circled up and met new boot Debbie. Hi Debbie!
Eau Natural says she is really, really cool, or was it really, really cold - or something like that.
Hey 007, where have you been hiding? Hear you are getting married, congrats.
We had not seen Rag head for a while. Archive Nipple Detector was sporting a new look. He was running with our esteemed R.A. (who was overheard asking "Have we met?")
After a regroup, or was it a pre-group scotch (nice touch On-In) we were off!!!
Me, Mum, Bobbin and On-In were at the back of the pack. We short cutted a short run. Ithink it was the coldest run of the year. We were out and about by ourselves until Krusty came screaming by. Looks like Krusty drinks way too much coffee.
Meanwhile back at the Bob, the Welsh Man in kilt (One Nut Sue) came in and sat on a barstool and flashed the room. He said, "What are you looking at?"To which Ringadangadoo replied, "Not Much!!!" For someone bashing without hashing, Ringadangadoo was quite quotable. She was heard telling Sue that "No way am I putting that in my mouth".
Whale Wanker was also bashing without hashing. It was so cold On-In froze his haggis. Got to hate it when you freeze your haggis. Some hashers apparently thought that Haggis is a brand of beer.
Wet One, ever the lady, graced us with her famous "Shut the fuck up".
Professional Escort got to be the bum-titty police.
His majesty, King Shit, supposedly has syphilis or something like that.
In honor of Connie's third run, she was named "Hot and Steamy".
Flesh Wound is off to Edmonton. Hey, were you just bashing too? Bobbin Robbin says Edmonton hashers are serious booze hounds. Umpteen bottles of scotch were swilled at the last Edmonton hash. The choir and hash sang "Fuck off, Fuck off, Fuck off" to her. Rough crowd.
Hare Pole, Hare On, Hare Crack, Hare Lakey told me she thought the run was the best Rubbie Buns run of the year. The festivities culminated with the "program." I think this was the first hash I have been to with an agenda. There was a madman waving a knife. On-In, I hope it does not come as a surprise to you that in heaven, Scots are not the cooks.
A good time was had by all.
On On!
Lost In Space (with help from Lysol)
Osama bin Ladden moves to Scotland and changes his name to Osama bin Laddie.