Scribe Report:                         Run  No. 1456                    Saturday 18 January 2014

Hares: Swollen Colon, Not So Swollen (& Saint Blow Job)
Total Pack 130:  PH3 103,  Virgins 11,  Visitors 10, Visiting Hashers 5,  New Members 1.


Our beloved Scribe has handed his duties over to me for this week as a few days of depravity, debauchery, and drunkenness has left him incapable of doing joined up writing, and paying attention.  So here we go.

Loads of people turned up for Swollen Colon’s run, fuck knows what for, because it was a typical Swollen run similar to ascending to Everest Base Camp. Most people returned in a fairly fucked up state and went straight to the beer wagon for recuperation.

The G.M started the circle with a minutes silence for our recently passed on Hasher Smokin Smurf, respectfully observed well done PH3.

Let the pisstaking begin, the Hares of Swollen Colon and his little daughter Not so Swollen, brought in for the first of many down downs and a thank you for the Ballbuster. Birthday boy and girl team of Not Cleaver and Gives Good Head were given a celebratory drink and the Hash song.

Virgins: Loads of American and Russian totty and a bunch of French dudes, all duly soaked and welcomed. Lovely.

Visiting Hashers: Whinging Pig, Itchy Down There, She Spits, and Jaqui. (Wonder what she does?)

New Member: Christian, a French lady, welcome my dear.

Returners: Short Circuit, Dandy La Root, Gobby, Tinkerbell, Rusty Hook and Tom. Welcome back suckers.

Run Offences: Chicken George iced by Not Cleaver as C.Gs dog was seen to steal Daisy Duke’s pie, the greedy bastard, he stole mine once, The Rev brought in Brother Sucker for being a useless twat and not seeing the signs, the reverend did and he is an old man. Swollen punished Houdini for parking in the wrong place. St Blowjob brought in the Hares as half way round the run he was roped in to help lay paper as Swollen’s days of a live walking hare are obviously over, and a motor bike is now needed. Not Cleaver dropped me in it by daring to say that Not so Swollen was probably a good looker in her younger days. Fungus bollocked for leading the pack up the wrong trail after only 300 meters. Swollen brought in a young filly called Candice for being to fit and fast, not realizing she shortcutted, any way double down downed.

1st Steward: Sir Prickalot
who decided to do a Hash version of Countdown the popular TV word game, first a bevy of young girls to hold up the letters for the circle to decipher. The following are some of the results:
Rectal Oven – Not Cleaver.
Brutal hole – Blue Harlot.
Rogue wanks your ego - Gorgeous you wanker.
Vinegary rims – Virgin my Arse.           
Napkin semen – Manneken Pis.
Cup my ass slit – Clitmus Pussy.
Stately Bitch – Chastity Belt.
A well researched spot which had the circle in stitches, especially with some of his one liner jokes. An excellent spot.

Numbered Runs
: Tinkerbell who has taken over a year to do 25 runs, Err! Well done on the effort.

2nd Steward: The reverend Fingerlicker who straight away congratulated the French for having a President who screws around and gets higher ratings in the polls. Next the Russians who were informed that at the up and coming Sochi winter games any one who wants to protest can go to the designated protest area called Siberia. Next the Catholics in with reference to the defrocking of 400 priests by the Vatican, an excellent quote, 'No child left behind' was interpreted as  'No child’s behind left'. Next the American girls in to be given a lesson on Thai culture, The Rev might be old and considered an untouchable in the States, but as long as he has a pocket full of money here in Thailand he is Mr. Handsome and  always in demand. Manneken Pis in as a resident Iranian. How to increase the population of Iran from 80 million to 150 million, legalise alcohol.  A great spot as always Rev.

Departers: Rusty Hook, Wanda, Desparu and 2 young girls.

Runmaster:  Manneken Pis this week who tried to sway it towards Hash Shit, but was overruled and a Good Run was given.

That’s your lot see you next week and hopefully our scribe has unscrambled his brain cells and back to normal.

On On The Blue Harlot.