#318 : KAOS and Control

KAOS:
You wouldn’t fuckin believe it(in actual fact everyone believed it, and most expected it as it is now an all too common occurrence) but the Hare(absentee) Eno decided to abandon ship at the 11th hour, but to no surprise he actually wasn’t even on the ship to begin with.

The real surprise was the cause of all the Kaos, non other than the trailmistress himself, Arsey, who had sacrificed half the fucking Covid hash to supplement his ill-gotten gains at his back alley, speak easy gambling den.

Some might ask: Where the fuck was the GM, and how has he lost control after only 6 weeks in the job. Some might ask: Is Albo is a better leader than Lè Caca 🫢? But these questions can’t be answered as nobody knows where the fuck he is???

CONTROL:
After a brief deliberation, a coup d’état was achieved and all order restored.

After a false start at the edge of the forest, a more appealing adventure was set before us. The masses of hashers(4 brave souls) gathered at the rissole and then dispersed like fog, into the night. The runners, who for a brief moment achieved optimum heart rate, eventually came across the walkers as they simultaneously entered the drink stop location(the commercial hotel). After a few technical difficulties, the amber liquids were flowing “freely” as a $15 pub voucher took care of the jug.

At least 3 of us had heard enough shit talk 💩 and begged to start the return journey. Lucky for all involved it was all downhill with our bellies full of beer. It was the perfect storm of cooler temps, just the right amount of booze, the reward of pizzas, and the perfect angle of repose, which had our very own Ballbags flashing back to the first decade of his 45 years of hashing, as he began literally sprinting home. The rest of us couldn’t keep up, and so trailed him in.

After a long circle that would make y2ky jelly’s spine tingle, in which the usual spiteful and vindictive charges were laid, the resounding words from the reports were “Run of the Year” or something along those lines.

We retreated from the carpark, and into the true gambling den of Nerang, with 500 pokies, a tab or keno kiosk on every corner and nook and cranny of the place, it’s no wonder there is so many homeless people around, and the $27m upgrades speak for themselves. But the 2for1 pizzas were the real draw card.

All in all a top night for those who bothered to show.

On on to next week where another absentee hare will show us how it’s done. Over to you Cum Smoke