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SUMMARY:#321 : The Countdown Run
DESCRIPTION:We kicked things off at Budds Beach this time around. After last week’s absolute shenanigans trying to navigate our way out of Tom Rose\, the committee collectively decided that sticking to tar and concrete was a much safer bet for everyone involved. \nWhat was originally scheduled as a committee run quickly turned into a massive “aha!” moment for the pack. It turns out the “countdown” title wasn’t some cryptic masterpiece; it literally referred to 3\, 2\, 1\, matching the exact number of the run. It didn’t take a high IQ to figure that one out\, but tracking that logic seemed to be a monumental achievement for this group. Then again\, they all seemed far more interested in slamming down chilli flavoured tequila than paying any attention to the incredible neurology transpiring right off the back of a full moon. \nThe Trail: Walkers\, Runners and Parasitic Hares\nA walk and a run were set for the night. The walkers headed off in one direction while the runners took another\, eventually crossing paths at a beautifully planned intersection as we wound our way through into Surfers Paradise. \nThe runners managed to push through the bulk of their trail with a surprising lack of cheating and only a normal amount of shortcutting. The real hurdle was the constant irritation buzzing in the back of the hare’s mind that the local barbecues might get automatically switched off at 8:00 pm. As it turned out\, the barbecues were still firing away at 9:00 pm. This doesn’t say much for our hare’s local knowledge\, but he had just stepped off a plane from the UK where he was drowning himself in unpasteurised Guinness\, so we can comfortably chalk it up to a severe case of Guinness brain. \nThe walkers had a brilliant time on what initially scored as a highly rated trail. That was until our resident hare confessed that he didn’t actually lay or set a single piece of the trail. The bloke had merely acted as a total parasite on the gourmet hashes run from the previous night! Come to think of it\, those markings looked way too clean and clear to ever be the work of someone like Baah Sinister. \nThe circle delivered its usual brand of madness with plenty of charges being thrown around. Our favourite Canadian somehow found himself nominated to stand in front of the hot plate cooking up the snags. He did so under the incredibly watchful\, micro-managing eye of Eno to ensure maximum turning of said snags and chopped onions. We are thrilled to report these were served up with fresh white bread and cheese. \nThe down-downs opened the floodgates for an immense amount of shit-talking regarding upcoming colonoscopies (and no\, Tristan\, that is not the same thing as a colonic irrigation). This medical banter highly inspired our Leader to live up to his namesake and go take a massive CaCa in a remarkably clean public toilet. \nBallbags completely missed out on a spectacular gourmet meal and a fantastic walk\, but hey\, it is what it is. \nThe Raffle:\nThe raffle wrapper delivered a world-class outcome. Our two favourite soccer supporters were forced to don the clothing of their current favourite team\, Arsenal. \nThere was only one glaring issue with Freshmead’s purchase: he had clearly gone shopping in the kiddies’ department. This structural limitation wasn’t about to stop Baah Sinister from attempting to squeeze his way into the gear. I am incredibly pleased to report that through sheer determination\, he succeeded. Meanwhile\, our Canadian friend looked like he was revisiting the birthing canal just trying to force his head through the neck hole of his shirt\, but he persevered and got it on. \nAll in all\, it was another brilliant night out with the crew. Good beer\, good food\, good walking\, goodbye. \nOnOn
URL:https://covidhhh.com/run/321-the-countdown-run/
LOCATION:Budds Beach\, 33 River Drive\, Budds Beach\, Australia
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SUMMARY:#322 : The Un-Named Virgin Run
DESCRIPTION:And what a run it was; Tristan\, our to-be-named hasher\, wanted to show that he is worthy of being an esteemed member of the Covid Rehash. \nAfter arranging an incredible pour down from the skies\, our RA wanted to opt-out for some warm Nerang Pizza but still manned up and showed up to enjoy the glorious rain he created. The same cannot be said for Anthony Albanese\, I mean Pepe; I had them confused due to their similar leadership style. Derro stayed home to lick his balls\, but boy oh boy did they miss out. \nOnto the Run\nTristan got laid by arguably one of the best virgins\, I mean laid a virgin; oh fuck it\, he had a great first run. \nIt started with a pre-run drink. Then he was considerate enough to create a bridge over troubled waters so that there was no excuse for checking out the creek and backing out. But there was still some backing out; WTFAI\, who rocked up in a pair of denim shorts (Jorts)\, decided that he was too dry after crossing the bridge and went for a swim. After the referee checked the replay\, it would appear he may have been assisted by the hare falling over and pulling him down\, but that does not explain him getting up and throwing himself back in the drink again. Typical soccer supporter trying to get his opponent carded.\nThis was the first claret spill of the night as he had a hissy fit and went home to change his tampon and put on a dry pair of adult diapers\, sorry\, more jorts; later on he was charged for this\, not the hissy fit\, but for owning more than one pair of jorts! A red card served best! \nThe remaining runners and walkers continued. After a gruelling and very wet trail\, we arrived at a drink stop. Our clever hare decided that this would be the point where the runners would continue on and the walkers would do a U-turn and return home. \nAfter pushing through more off-trail bush and crossing another creek\, the runners got to the end of their run and were greeted by another drink stop! Talk about overachieving. \nThe hare had advised at the start that due to the weather conditions he could not continue laying a trail home\, so we then proceeded on the longest on-back in hash history. At this stage\, further claret had been spilt by Baah Sinister and Fresh Meat. Not wanting to feel left out\, the hare threw himself to the ground as if the ghost of WTFAI had tripped him up and joined the bleeders. This was indeed a yellow card moment. \nThe Aftermath\nOn arriving back\, expecting to see the walkers\, Ballbags and Arsenic\, sitting waiting for us\, we were a bit worried as they were not there. Thankfully WTFAI was there\, (with a bottle of the Real McCoy)\, returned as it was previously mentioned\, as both Eno and Tristan’s car keys were in his car. Instead of going to look for the lost hashers\, we decided it was better to drink and snack. \nEventually the walkers arrived and we are pleased to say that even more claret had been spilt\, after the RA decided to join the bleeders. So a total of four visual bleeds and one vaginal bleed means that five of the seven of us bled out; talk about a slaughter of a run. The only thing missing on this virgin run was Tits on the run. \nIt did not end there; Tristan’s wife decided we would need some warm comfort food and prepared a cock feed for us\, sorry\, a Coq pasta (Cocotte de poulet) that was super tasty. \nAll in all\, virgin runs have been ruined\, and arguably some normal ones too. Charges\, raffles and a good time was had by all.\nA huge well done to the should-be-named-by-now-but-hasn’t-so-maybe-this-is-his-hash-name-but-it-is-too-long-for-a-t-shirt-so-we-will-call-him-tristan-for-short on an incredible virgin run. \nOnOn
URL:https://covidhhh.com/run/322-the-un-named-virgin-run/
LOCATION:Tom Rose Park (HQ)\, 69 Wandin Street\, Nerang\, QLD\, 4211\, Australia
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SUMMARY:#323 : The Mazda Run
DESCRIPTION:Hash Trash: Run #323 – The Mazda Run\nOff the back of arguably one of the best virgin runs in hash history\, our expectations were high. Naturally\, reality hit hard. Not one but two hares failed to even set a run. The only saving grace for the evening was a questionably priced port served out of a goon bag at the drink stop. Classic. \nWe all headed out as one pack; and in true Arsenic fashion\, a slight uphill was immediately put into play. Fuck me days\, that is pretty much how long it took to get up there. Following along on a loosely outlined verbal trail\, our other master guide\, Jelly\, led from behind. He successfully managed to steer Fresh Meat\, Eno\, Pepe and Derro down a fire trail. Yes\, you read that right\, our happy wanderer was actually back. Exciting stuff. \nThe pack eventually split after missing a log of doom; an infraction that was later reverse-charged onto poor Eno\, because apparently it did not qualify as a true log of doom. Despite the chaos\, we all somehow landed up at 5 points for that infamous port stop. Lo and behold\, Baah Sinister was already there waiting with Arsenic. Talk about being late to the party. \nThe On-Afters\nBack at the On-afters\, we got to enjoy Fresh Meat’s new fire pit. Because our “smashed Avo” was in charge of the grub\, we were treated to vegan burgers. Do not panic though; some real meat was snuck in there for good measure. \nThe real highlight of the evening was a bit of political drama. Our previous GM called out our current GM for missing the historic virgin run and stripped him of the Yellow Jacket on the spot. A clearly visually wounded Pepe Le Spew (aka Caca) thought it was entirely unfair that this little absence resulted in a full impeachment; but he soon lit up like a little boy the day before Christmas when he was presented with the new official Hash GM jacket. What a beauty it is too; it even comes with an attached bottle opener. \nSpecial Mentions\n\n\nWTFAI: Our official firestarter is going under the knife for a procedure on Thursday so he has completely stopped drinking before the big day. Consequently\, his numerous aqua down downs were a bit of a washout. Mind you\, it was nothing like his actual washout; I mean wipeout; from last week. Thankfully he was only wet on the inside this time\, and it was highly noted that he was wearing quick-drying shorts this week instead of the infamous Jorts. \n\n\nArsenic: Speaking of caca\, Arsenic managed to turn a Green Snake brown on the trail. He pulled off a full ballerina jump right over a snake; talk about a real log of doom. \n\n\nFor those of you currently watching your waistlines\, brace yourselves. The co-hares will attempt to set another run next week\, so stay tuned. \nOnOn
URL:https://covidhhh.com/run/323-the-mazda-run/
LOCATION:Tom Rose Park (HQ)\, 69 Wandin Street\, Nerang\, QLD\, 4211\, Australia
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