Run #164: Postman’s Run

Well, the Postman’s Run really did ……….(wait for it) ……….deliver.

Despite the absolute confusion about what we were doing the pack set off in the right direction on root to Pacific Fair. Jelly must have felt peckish as he led us up the escalator to the food court before finally escaping the mall and across the road to Dracula’s where he attempted to recruit scantily clad cabaret performers to join the run. Clearly the Casino and Convention Centre security staff must have been on a break as our sojourn through both premises was uninterrupted despite the GM’s best efforts before finally cumming across Blake at the Broadbeach Bowls Club and a table full of beer’s. Post re-hydration concerns about Ballbags whereabouts meant we took the most direct root back on home ……..via the Oasis Centre and the site of the infamous AGPU poo.

Back in the circle a generous 75 was awarded to the hare for printing out some Google Maps but not before Derro finally christened his new shoes. The usual spiteful and vindicative charges followed including a Guinness & Tun inspired concoction that went down so bad it resulted in a reaction that only an egg cup full of tequila could resolve.