Write Up Run 1004

I was told I had to do this write up towards the end of the On On last night. I was the perfect target since I had guzzled too many beers (as usual on Monday Night), and was therefore easily persuaded to do things I wouldn’t normally agree to do.

The run was pretty fantastic. Muffdiver did a good job of keeping us in the jungle and we were blessed with perfect weather and a rainbow.

But back at the circle, things started to deteriorate rapidly. The RA needs to get tough with those blabbermouth hashers who talk incessantly in their private parties during the circle. Give our Religious Advisor some RESPECT!

George of the Jungle was acknowledged for his letter bitching about the price of duty free wine that was published in The Nation. Weedeater and Lynda were honored for being super athletes at some non hash event. They were joined by Ian and Ed who truly deserved the recognition for completing the event in true hash style, eight and a half hours and dead last. Lem got it for being Bob’s lookalike, who bolted from the runsite after breaking a bridge.

Prick of the Week nominees, Sunii (AKA PhoneySex? SexaPhone? PhoneSex?) and the Aussie female visitor, were brought into the circle to represent young Thai girls that have started a new trend, going braless. Sunii followed through and pulled hers off and very seductively wrapped it around Noriega’s neck. Always entertaining and creative, Noriega then demonstrated using the bra as an arm sling.

I was surprised that the Aussie chick held back, as they are notorious for showing off their breasts at hash events. But it turns out she was only waiting for the right moment, which turned out to be at the dinner table, flashing her boobs straight at our GM across the table. He looked quite excited. I wish the Bug had been there, he would have loved it! Anyway, she was pleased to get a round of applause and her own song and a down down that she will be able to go back home and tell her hash mates about. The GM then attempted to get all females to do the same, but we Bangkok chicks are much too tough to fall for the GMs sinful words of encouragement.

Not to be outdone, her companion, also from Darwin, gave the ladies a thrill by demonstrating a “helicopter” where he exposed himself, grabbed his willy, and whipped it around in circles. So all of you who took off before the On On, you really missed the show.

And as usual, the night continued with too much beer, too much bullshit, and trading too many insults. Fortunately Frisky still had her wits about her and told me it was time to go home. And for some unexplainable reason, I will be ready for more when I return next month from the home leave.

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