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SUMMARY:#317 :  May Day May Day Run Mad Derro’s Beyond Thunderdome Run
DESCRIPTION:Well\, when you totally disregard the Trail Master’s well-timed and aptly named run\, all partakers would need to be convinced with a cold beverage on arrival to simmer tensions. And that’s exactly how Derrolicked My Balls managed this farce.\nNeedless to say\, the forest was a treat\, with some carefully selected trails having their virginity intact\, and fruits ripe for the picking – even if those fruits turned out to be sour lemons – touché Derro.\nIt certainly was the ‘thinking man’s run’ as the hare had hoped\, all runners thinking ‘how the fuck does all this shit get here?’ and ‘who would set a run in a fly tipper’s paradise?’\nA quick transfer from carpark to bbq facilities\, some strangely cooked sausages\, chips\, drinks\,circle\, vindictive charges and that run was a wrap.\nNext week’s run : Eno’s profusely apologetic Run. Details to come.
URL:https://covidhhh.com/run/317-may-day-may-day-run-mad-derros-beyond-thunderdome-run/
LOCATION:Yarrayne Road Reserve\, 2 Yarrayne Road\, Nerang\, QLD\, 4211\, Australia
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SUMMARY:#318 : KAOS and Control
DESCRIPTION:KAOS:\nYou 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. \nThe 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. \nSome 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??? \nCONTROL:\nAfter a brief deliberation\, a coup d’état was achieved and all order restored. \nAfter 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. \nAt 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. \nAfter 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. \nWe 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. \nAll in all a top night for those who bothered to show. \nOn on to next week where another absentee hare will show us how it’s done. Over to you Cum Smoke
URL:https://covidhhh.com/run/318-kaos-and-control/
LOCATION:Nerang RSL\, Australia
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SUMMARY:#319 : The Poof\, I mean Puff of Smoke
DESCRIPTION:Let’s set the scene for this absolute masterclass in athletic excellence and organisational competence. Fresh Meat\, Pepe Le Spew\, WTFAI\, BallBags\, Tristan and Eno bravely faced the treacherous\, washed-out forest. \nSpeaking of bravery\, our esteemed GM\, Pepe Le Spew\, miraculously developed a highly convenient “injury”. Clearly\, this was a strategic masterstroke to avoid being completely shown up by our resident front-running bastard\, Tristan. Instead\, Pepe opted for a light-hearted stroll. Truly inspiring leadership right there. I guess at least he could still claim to be the front runner\, eh\, walker. \nThe weather eventually forced us to abandon the trail and take shelter in the Commercial. Because we are elite athletes\, obviously. While there\, Tristan decided the group was lacking in crippling financial addictions and generously funded bets on the dogs and the trots. WTFAI unveiled a supposedly foolproof system for picking winners which\, to absolutely no one’s surprise\, failed spectacularly. Eno\, however\, actually proved useful by calling and backing the winning number 8 while Tristan managed to collect on the trots. Throw in some beer\, chips and Eno’s surprisingly brilliant jokes; it was a solid detour. \nWe eventually dragged ourselves back to the end of the run for the usual charges. Just as we were settling in\, a hoon came careering around the corner. Pepe\, displaying his usual poetic eloquence\, muttered out loud\, “What a cunt.” For once\, he was spot on. \nThe reckless driver was none other than our MIA Hare\, Cum Smoke. The man has been missing for an eternity yet had the absolute audacity to show up at the very end and claim ownership of a run he neither set nor attended. To top it off\, he was wearing a shirt with his own name misspelled. Given his impeccable timing\, we can only assume he spent the entire evening parked in his Ute\, blasting Tradie FM and watching handicapped dwarves go at each other on PornHub. \nWe wrapped up the night at our second HQ\, the Nerang RSL. Here we were treated to a captive audience session\, mostly just listening to the endless stories of our own Traveling Wilbury. \nAll things considered – a bloody great night. \nOnON
URL:https://covidhhh.com/run/319-the-poof-i-mean-puff-of-smoke/
LOCATION:Rotoract Park\, 2 Balyandro Drive\, Nerang\, QLD\, 4211\, Australia
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SUMMARY:#320 : Noah Approved
DESCRIPTION:Well\, after much agonizing deliberation – spearheaded by the know-it-all Eno – we actually managed to drag ourselves to Tom Rose HQ. \nA moment of silence\, please\, for Arsenic. He stepped up to cover for Cum Soc and laid what we can only assume was a masterpiece of a trail. Sadly\, it was completely washed away by the flash floods. We all know it would have been glorious. It would have featured perfectly regimented 50-meter markings\, incredibly strategic false trails on-backs and everything else you’d expect from a masterclass in trail laying. Alas\, nature had other plans. \nAfter re-deliberating our life choices given the genuinely treacherous way we entered the park through the back door\, a few brave hashmen scouted the water level at the initial river crossing. They returned with reports of literally seeing Noah and his ark floating casually downstream. Naturally\, we made the only logical decision: abandon ship and head to our second HQ at the Nerang RSL. \nLittle did we know that escaping Tom Rose Park would be harder than prying the lid off one of WTFAI’s home brews. Those with all-wheel drive finally got to justify their vehicle purchases. Unfortunately\, our GM Pepe Lespew – who should probably be renamed “Pepe I sew mud everywhere” and Eno weren’t quite so lucky. \nEnter Fresh meat. Pausing only to put down his bacon sandwich\, our hero produced a monkey wrench (are we still allowed to call it that in this day and age? Just checking). He then proceeded to go to town on the nuts of some unlucky Pole. Get your minds out of the gutter\, you filthy pigs. I’m talking about removing the bolts and nuts from a wooden shaft to unlock the gate so the rest of the peasants could drive out. \nAll was not lost. While the forest spiders had clearly all drowned\, we did manage to stumble upon Spider-Man waiting for us at the Nerang RSL. We held a quick circle on the first floor fuelled by budget-priced Tun Light. Times are undeniably tough at the Covid Hash\, but not as tough as having to endure Arsenic’s second attempt at a hash song. Sung to the tune of La Cucaracha\, he swapped the lyrics to La Pepe and expected us to drink it down\, down\, down. Frankly\, I think most of us would have preferred to down actual arsenic at that point just to end the auditory suffering. \nThankfully\, Eno saved the day with a really well-crafted joke about the Lone Ranger\, his faithful companion Tonto and a posse. Ballbags\, in true form\, completely missed the innuendo. Being a good sport\, he whipped out the journal he carries everywhere and made a physical note to remember to bring his sense of humour next time. In his defence\, the entire night was already a joke. \nWe wrapped things up with two-for-one pizzas\, an incredible Balter black at a bargain $8.50 a schooner and genuinely good company. A good feed three weeks in a row at our new HQ is a solid effort. The only thing missing was a big cunt GANT. \nSee you all next week when we try to find something else to do. \nOn on\,
URL:https://covidhhh.com/run/320-noah-approved/
LOCATION:Tom Rose Park (HQ)\, 69 Wandin Street\, Nerang\, QLD\, 4211\, Australia
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