Covid Run #87

Run #87 will live long in the memory but just in case you had too much to drink here is a quick re-cap.

We arrived at Chez Ball Bags to be greeted by Mrs Ball Bags cooking up a storm. We knew a great night was upon us……or at least a good feed.

Our fearless hare Ball Bag was in his usual spot…….sitting next to the beer fridge necking a Furphy with his mate Fulla Shit who definitely looked dressed for a run but was not subsequently sighted on the trail.  With the pre-run drinks quickly downed by the amassed runners detailed trail instructions were issued by the hare.

The fact a trail had even been set was a bit of a shock considering the horrific weather conditions so much kudos to the hare. Whilst we had our doubts about flour surviving the rain we were advised “pink tape” was being used but just in case a sealed envelope with emergency “get home” instructions were issued.

We were sent on our way out the back gate into the rain. As expected Y2KY Jelly took the opportunity to strip down to his jocks resulting in many insults about his chest hair being used for car seat covering purposes.

As we bounded down the pathway of the golf course the cane toad massacre commenced. We soon realised that no one had actually bothered to listen to the trail briefing,  but eventually pink tape was spotted, and we were on our way again up the hill. Bits of pink tape were spotted from time to time thereafter with sabotage (more likely the weather) being suspected so it was agreed that it was time to break open the sealed envelope. 

To Baah Sinisters horror there was no map, only the following note:

At this point things started to go wrong big time. Y2KY Jelly started heading off in the direction of Burleigh Pavilion (probably to show off his hairy chest to the ladies) and somehow Pepe Le Spew & Derrolicked my Balls found trail at a nearby school only for it to lead them to …………well nowhere. 

Meanwhile that cunning [insert your own description] Miscarriage had sniffed out a shortcut home to the relief of the sheep shagging kiwi. Over the next hour or two hashers literally dripped their way into the On After with stories of long distance running in cyclonic conditions. As it turned out most hashers literally smelt their way home due to the lovely home cookin of Mrs BB.

Arsenic & Cum Smoke joined us for the delicious dinner with Happy Birthday sung to the hare (he kept that quiet didn’t he) followed by a fat free totally healthy cake.

Overall, a high scoring run with plenty of rat cunting (intended or not) and cleverness (100% of runners got lost).