#272: Tanabata Japanese star festival run

It took a few false starts, and plenty of attempts at withdrawing late, but after some arm twisting, Eno, the hare put on a cracker.

Apparently there was a walk set, and we were told they did it in reverse and back to front, but there were plenty of doubters to the legitimacy of the claims. The run on the other hand, with many thanks to the ex proxy GM of the mixed hash, was already laid for us with their particular rat cunting and stylish flair, what more could we ask for.

What better way to celebrate Tanabata than with some Japanese(maybe Irish) black beer at the perfectly timed piss stop, the walkers arrived 30seconds before the runners, but weren’t generous enough to shout them.
After downing some refreshments and much talk about the potential for tits on the run, we begin the long arduous journey home.

The walkers kept a brisk pace, mainly to keep out of earshot of the dribble coming from the hare, of course, about tits on the run.

The runners however, jetted up 2 floors into the mall searching for said tits. After hours of searching, the best they could find was the cashier at liqourland as Derro filled his trolley with bevy’s. The escape from the labyrinth that is Robina town centre lead us finally past the much talked about tits on the run to the delight of Derro and Pepe. Derro’s hands were so sticky after the encounter, that he couldn’t let the trolley go and ended up bringing it to the on afters. Fortunately for Pepe, there was room for his French behind at the front end and hitched a ride to the finish.

Eno fired up the bbq, and must surely have a sore wrist this morning (or maybe he’s used to it), as he turned those snags like a well oiled machine stuck in turbo mode.

Circled was called, with plenty of merciless charges enthralling the herd. A couple of returning runners copped their whack of aged tun light, much to their disgust. Our ex GM must have been waiting for 8 more waters before he started drinking, as the man flu reared its ugly head.

Safe to say, a great night was had by those who attended. I’m sure they would agree this could be Enos best run ever.

Well done Hare.

Brush up on your French accents and pull the blue cheese out from under your foreskins as Pepe Le Spew shows us how to celebrate Bastille day.

On on to Surfers paradise next Tuesday.