Date:25/08/2016

Location: Costa D’Oror

Host: Hard On

Hashers: 27

News Flash

Roving reporter Annie “Shiraz” Lane from the  ABC reporting on  “The Gold Coast Splinter Hash”

Well here I am again out and about with the Gold Coast Hash.

I arrived late for this month’s Splinter Lunch.Had to stay back and report on political stuff.. total fucking waste of my valuable time! Splinter Lunches have far more importance.

The boys were well on the way when I arrived. Two Hashers that seem to be always on a permanant  holiday turned up. More funny names… Nasty and Aussie. I tried to interview these two about their travels, but no luck! Apparently what happens on holiday stays on holiday.

The table was covered in empty wine bottles and Sir Rabbit was in fine voice, couldn’t keep him quiet, had to sneak away when he went for a leak.

Host for the day “Hard On” and the Hash Grand Master “Rock Hard” were in deep discussion (apparently got their names when they were stars in the porn business. Must have been a long while ago by the look of them LOL)

Money was missing in the kitty to pay for the lunch. We are short of 25 bucks Hard On called out. Who has not paid the piper?

It was soon discovered that Weekly had snuck off early with Fucks Off.

I used my connections to track down Weekly and spoke to his number one son Monthly (fuck these names are confussing).

Monthly informed me that …yes! dad was at home, but had gone to bed. Before I tucked him… he did tell me that he had forgotten to pay for his lunch and would accept any punishment that was handed down to him.

I had to leave the boys at this stage because I had a prior engagement and was not up to drinking more beer at the local Irish Pub.

 

 

 

 

Those that don’t join the Splinter Lunch are missing out on a great day of mateship, eye candy and a few good reds.

 

August Splinter Lunch Pictures Here

Date:22/08/2016

Location: Carrara

Hare: Aussie

Hashers: 27

Returning hare, Aussie, was welcomed back to the GC from his world tour by an enthusiastic group of hashers keen for some more joviality and cheap piss. Instructions about
locating a little girl’s pink ribboned treasure boxes in the surrounding bushland were given by the hare before several groups headed off from the AFL club on Nielsens Road. It wasn’t look before the pack baulked at a pipe crossing across a dry creek bed which was where the run went well and trully arse up early into the run. Flasher had a sudden urge to find a shitter and bolted off in search of one. A group headed into the bush and another towards Pappas Way, with neither actually sure of where the trail went. Manny/Fanny (call him what you like, but just make sure that it is not late for dessert)was given a map to lead the walkers but irrespective of him reading it upside or downside, couldn’t make out where the walk went. However the main thing was that all got back to the venue in good time for happy hour beers. This time it was $1 cans and again they proved to be popular with the cheese and crackers, olives and salami on offer.

A tasty stew nosh was served before dessert. Compared to all the noise during happy hour, it was now quite as hashers ate their fill until they could eat no more. It was noticed that returning runner, a bearded Lurch , had left early which was a shame as there was plenty of nosh still available if he had decided to do some gorging. The circle warning from the GM soon had all on their feet and to kick off proceedings the hare was called out. Aussie told of all the countries he had visited recently and Sir Two Dogs was asked for his run critique. Again the fucking pipe crossing got a mention as did Miscarriage’s map reading. Now Loved spoke on the walk and it went something like this – Sir Slab had a GPS, Fanny read the map upside, some local gave them wrong directions while pissing them off from his property, yet somehow they didn’t get lost. Resident social gourmet guru commentator, Weekly, summed up the meal with – The nosh was fucking good. There’s got to be a gastronomic judging career coming up soon for our
Weekly with those sorts of well rounded comments.Truck Tyres got the lollies for finding some of little Jocelyn’s pink bits(treasure) as Josephine remarked.

The returning and departing hashers line up included Aussie (whole world), Now Loved (UK), Fanny C (Spain) and Sacre Blue Card (France). The latter looking resplendent in his high vis bike jacket presented to him as a result of his latest stack at Lands End.

In the absence of Shat, stand-in RA Miscarriage in a reverse role got the chance to take the piss out of others instead of him wearing it all the time. Sir PV probably picked the right time to visit Pommie land as I am sure he would have figured in payback dispatches had he been present. Flasher was the first out for having a seniors moment on the run when he nearly got the runs down his legs. Next up was Fanny C who complained bitterly about missing out on the best dessert – the chocolate coated ice creams as he was distracted at the time because he was trying to get as much cheap piss into himself during happy hour as possible. Blue Card with his standout Rolling Stones Sticky Fingers groupie flashing cap was a lay down massere to get a down down. As bearded Lurch had bolted, a line up of his possible whose your bearded daddy love child sires of Fanny C, Weekly, Ferret and Fullershit all took one for him.

A hash news update from far east correspondent, Botcho, indicates that the love life of Showpony is again in a state of flux(yes flux, you dirty bastards) with possible wife number 6 not quite ready for tying the knot /the mounting yard just yet which could be a blessing in disguise as it at least avoids yet another possible marital breakdown.
Then came the absolute evening’s clanger from Truck Tyres in a HE SAID WHAT MOMENT. Apparently there has been some hash e mail chatter doing the rounds between Sydney hashers Stringbean and Jukebox about what goes on hash tour etc. So somewhere in the translation , it would appear that Truck Tyres found himself in Aspen during Gay Ski Week. As the accommodation was a bit tight, he shared a one bedroom place with another bloke who told Truckie that he could sleep on the couch. As this was uncomfortable, Truckie decided that he was going to share the big bed so Truck Tyres recounted how – I DROPPED MY DACKS and crawled into bed with his companion in a never leave your mates behind moment. The reaction of hashers reeling from this confession was well worth the price of the night’s admission. Here was another example of what seems to be some sort of on going bromance trend developing of late around possible Rule 1 infringements judging by photos and alcohol fuelled behaviour in recent months.

During the course of the circle, the current POW, Flasher, was showing the latest creation from Palm Beach Currumbin High, an App for pubescent teenagers. This innovative and entrepreneurial idea inspired by the Shark Tank was a collaborative effort of the IT class, the nude art classes and the school’s sex education course by the school’s Grade 9 students. However they now find themselves accused by their own school of running a school pornographic ring and have been given a 20 day school free holiday and find themselves enrolled in a cyber safety course. Quite a few hashers thought it would be much better viewing if on a larger screen and remarked during the circle that they wished this had been around while they were growing up. Just somehow, I can’t see these progressive hashers getting a guernsey on the PBC P&C committee.

Flasher called our a couple of nominees as decoys but Dicky Knee, who has blended in well for a couple of weeks as a wallflower, was the winner much to his surprise especially when Flasher told him there’s no reason for you getting it.

In a protocol oversight, Ferret was invited to close the circle of RPR10 much to the chagrin of circle-closer-in-waiting Josephine, an appointed disciple of that great closer, Moonbeams.However, Moonbeams is not ready to pass the baton over anytime soon.

Yours in hashing
n CIRCUMFERENCE

Run 2026 Pictures Here

Date:15/08/2016

Location: Mermaid Waters

Hare: The Weekly Clan

Hashers: 31

A cool breeze welcomed hashers to Lake Hugh Muntz where the trailer and hash eskys were prepared in readiness for thirsty hashers finishing their runs and walks. Therrun was a circular event with a long Flemington racecourse like straight appropriately named Barrier Reef as it went around the waters edge.

Dicky Knee oversaw the serving of the first course entrée platter of kabana, cheese, virgin olives, cocktail onions and gherkins.
Hashers who in previous weeks had refused to drink VB and Tooheys even at discounted prices suddenly developed a taste for the same product at the giveaway
price and demolished esky number one like parched camels. Then screaming for more free beer, they were moved onto chateau de cardboard at happy hour prices. They again showed their drinking flexibility with the ever switching sudden drink specials adapting to more free beer when Sir Slab put on a carton of Kingfisher birthday beers. To top the night off, some hashers even challenged themselves by downsizing to mid strength as roadies.

Monthly SOW summoned hashers that the main course was on in an operatic version of – come and get it. The main went something like this – basmati rice, curried beef, with choices of banana, coconut, cucumber, yoghurt and tie them down before they fly away pappadams. Several hashers couldn’t empty the curry pot no matter hard they tried on their seconds and thirds.

In true Master Chef style, up stepped Weekly with his stage 3, the dessert. He consulted his serving manual and it read something like this – Step 1, Get the bloody glad wrap off the stewed apple, Step 2 – Crumble the home made biscuits by hand, Step 3 – For fucks sake, how do get the tight caps off these custard containers.
Step 4 – Layer it while serving firstly the apple, then crumbled biscuit and drown the lot with custard.

CIRCLE TIME
As the GM gave the 5 minute warning, several hashers now having had their fill of entrée, several mains, dessert, beer and wine hid in the shadows to avoid a down down. A one minute of silence for wounded Warriors – Swindler and Blue Card, had other Warriors thinking who will be next as this seems to be some sort of trend amongst bikie hashers these days.
Then hares were out first and then the naming of Bradley as Monthly SOW. a handy addition to our number which should improve singing in the circle.
Sir Two Dogs told of the unusual direction the run had went but it was good distance for the windy evening. Kitchen Bitch said the nosh was bloody fantastic for a winter’s evening and suspected a little outsourcing after seeing weekly consult the Master Chef serving manual.
Returning runners – Bark, KB, Wrongway and Caustic Crusader were invited to have drink before the RA stepped into to take over proceedings.
Flasher was quickly getting himself a down down for loosing the trail and a little bit of Ferret teasing.
Misscarriage was asked about his USA misadventure with air BnB. He has now learnt that a little rainbow flag and Ref on an accommodation website does not mean it is advertising a lotto win at the end of a rainbow or references preferred but is a signal for the queer folk that it is rear entry friendly. After that little life education, Sir PV advised then that Miscarriage had blindly wrote the wrong bank account numbers while transferring funds. Might be time for an appointment with Spec Savers.

Fanny C explained how he had injured himself while mounting a bush( I was up a grevillea), in some sort of perverted rough sex over the weekend. While he was
in the circle, KB used him as a whipping boy proxy for the absent Blue Card for returning a top shelf Jaguar he had given him for a weekend spin and returning it covered in bird shit and filthy.

Brewtus returned the POW which has had a Caucasian make over and gave it to Flasher for being a bit of a bastard to Flasher over his winter growth developed during his FNQ trip.
Josephine (in his Where’s Wally Beanie) and Ferret were invited to perform a duet in closing the circle of RPR9.

RIO UPDATE

There is strong rumour that one of hashers has been invited by our Team Aussie head honcho in Rio, hasher Cold Pussy (aka Tough Titty Kitty), to do an Elvis is in the building moment during the closing ceremony as a result of the mea culpa backdown moment from the Rio mayor who had previously labelled the Australians as whingers after complaining about possible electrocutions in the shower, leaky toilets exploding from the Aussie womens water polo team’s gastro outbreak, fire drill evacuations which resulted in lap top thefts etc. Unfortunately the open water swimmers will still be needing snorkels to stop them getting a gobful of the giant Copacabana Beach turds left behind by excited spectators after ogling off the women’s beach volley ball games. Apparently as the Rio mayor is now our number one fan and can’t get enough of Aussie, Aussie, Aussie ,Oi, Oi, Oi it wasn’t hard for Elvis to get the gig and he is busy tuning up for his La Bamba/Samba,dorf rap cover of Peter Allen’s When I Have to Go I Go to Rio Toilets but I Still Call Australian Outhouses Home. Whether he then proceeds to do his Elvis encore of songs telling us like it is about the unglamorous side of the Rio Olympics featuring The Edge of Reality(maybe we were not up to running these games), Heartbreak Hotel (where coaches get mugged and robbed) Trouble(athletes robbed at gun point in our piece of paradise), In the Ghetto(life in the shanty towns behind the games gloss), Dry Cry Daddy(it’s only a mossie bite), Suspicious Minds ( What’s in the package ? / Was that a nut that popped out of that sheila’s shorts,is he/she a drug cheat ?), A Little Less Talk A Little More Action(Rio, get your shit together and get some more chlorine from the pool shop) and Burning Love(getting robbed during fire evacuation drill in the athletes village) is still up in the air.

However over some coldies in his Air BnB condo overlooking Ipanema beach, Elvis has had a change of heart while watching the great opening ceremony put on by the Brazilians. With such a wonderful atmosphere, how could he be a party pooper ? His song list will now be Jailhouse Rock, Blue Suede Shoes, Little Egypt and the finale of Viva Las Vegas will get everyone shaking in Carnivale style.

POW MAKEOVER
The new white Migaloo POW reminded me of a court case in the Western Qld town of St George where a white man was accused of raping an indigenous woman. The man had hired a barrister to come out from Brisbane to defend him. They discussed at length the strategy they would use to discredit the accuser during cross examination so as to create doubt as to what had actually happened.
After the woman had given her evidence, the barrister in cross examination asked her- In what state was the accused’s penis, was it flaccid or upright ?
Her reply was – It was just like that big white erect sign outside the court house and it was pointing towards Dirranbandi which is in Queensland.
The court room burst into laughter as she had just clean bowled the barrister, as he had left his own middle stump exposed while trying to protect his clients’.

FACT SHEET
Have we ever heard so many porkies about why the Census night was such a farcup debacle ? It’s about time someone came to their senses and at least rename the ABS as the ALBS – A Lot Of Bull Shit with all the crap coming out of there as to what happened.
It’s wonder, considering all the BS that has been thrown up that aliens were not blamed in some sort of War of the World’s conspiracy theory.
Just tell us the bloody truth that an antiquated IT system could handle the demands of millions of Australians trying to do what they have been asked to do.

Yours in hashing

CIRCUMFERENCE

Run 2025 Pictures Here

Date: 8/08/2016

Location: Molendinar

Hare: Phantom

Hashers: 27

In a week where hashers had the choice of staying home on a Monday night and watching Australia going for Olympic gold in the men’s hairy underarm bowling or the women’s events like the cockless foursome, parallel parking, sorry bars or the mind changing grope n’ snatch from Rio, a good turn up of hashers assembled at the well known GC crime fighter Mr Christopher Walker’s cave of filed cases (aka the Phantom with his pet wolf, well his mutt Devil).The hares’ instructions were –
The run was turn RIGHT and do RIGHT turns
The walk was LEFT and do LEFT turns.

After a quick sprint around Trinity College and Ashmore City, all,bar one, were home. Missing Link almost rolled over on a corner and as he went down ,down, he oversteered and corrected as if nothing had happened.
The meals on wheels delivery service soon had hashers chewing on chicken ,meat balls and spring rolls. Next up a very hot Asian dish and dessert of cake, Tim Tams and yoghurt.

The GM got the al fresco outdoor dining furniture put away and fired up the circle.
The hare got the following feedback – from Bent Banana – a run just right for old bastards, from Weekly – I now my LEFT and from Weekly (as my body is now a temple), – I’m guilty of not having any Tim Tams. Late returner Truck Tyres spoke on both as he had apparently did both.
Visitor Rob, brother of fuller Shit, was up next and was soon joined by returning fisherman Sir Blackie and Poppa Smurf , the unshaven traveller from FNQ, Ferret.
The RA organised an Olympricks medal ceremony which brought a tear to most of the patriotic hashers with Team Australia having a clean sweep of medals on the podium. To a heart rendering rendition of the national anthem , former Team USA athlete Hot Dick, Former Team GB athlete Flasher and then the bronze dead -heaters, the Sirs (Two Dogs and Blackie). IOC representative Poppa Smurf and Chef de Mission Truckie officiated.

Sir PV told all about the travel misadventures of Miscarriage and his Air BnB experience where he is having something like a Golden Gaytime ice cream experience.
Truck Tyres who is known to enjoy his breakfast in a Surfers cafe after a morning ride had a waiter, there’s a fly in my soup moment last week. He called over the lady in charge and advised her -There’s sand in my muffin. She told him that as they used fresh blueberries, there maybe seeds but no GC sand was used in the ingredients. Fellow dinners had a bit of a laugh as they had never heard a bloke complain about sand in his muffin , only Swedish backpackers complaining after getting down and dirty and doing the business in a late night shag on the beach.

AWOL Brutus has not been sighted since getting POW several weeks ago, however Weekly has promised to rescue it for his run next Monday.
As soon as the circle ended, voyeur hashers rushed home to tune into the women’s Olympic crack n’ feel events, boycotting their normal Monday viewing of Aunty’s rent-a-crowd where do we Queue N Hay ? program,in lustful anticipation of their choice of either a vanilla or chocolate dessert in South African nympho Imalika de Analplussi or a former Miss Abuja(of Nigeria) now Spanish flyer Miapussi Sonnfire in the women’s 100 metre gash. Even champion men’s premature ejaculating sprinter Ivva Shotmebolt, had talked up this event by stating that he didn’t know who would come first but that there would probably only be a split of the whiskers between them as they climaxed, probably together, after about the steamiest 10 seconds on the big screen since the Sharon Stone leg-opener scene in Basic Instinct. Well known for his regularly going off early, this rant no doubt got himself a nice little backhander earn from television networks salivating for ratings and corporate sponsor’s dollars.

Josephine, still waiting for Moonbeam’s abdication as circle closer, remembered his lines and closed RPR 9.

FACT CHECK
Headline from the NT News – FURIOUS masturbator slapped with a month’s jail for gross indecency. (Only in the Territory where it now looks like KKK hoods provided by the taxpayer funded NT Govt are renamed and used as spit hoods). They will probably appear in the next Bunnings catalogue . So something additional to buy next time you are at the big red and green shed, for when you need to do that little bit of extra grilling.

While enjoying the sunset over Lameroo Beach and getting well lubricated before the Deckchair Cinema opened, a man with a wrap sheet longer than a member of a practising AA congregation was picked up by police for drinking in a public place, something smart Darwin hashers would never do, that is never get caught.
Prosecutor Yuera Gorner said local identity, Mr Vic “Bitter ” Yulidjirri was so drunk on the Esplanade that he needed to be helped into the paddy wagon, and was taken by police to hospital to sober up.

The incident then happened at the Royal Darwin Hospital. In her evidence,the nurse who witnessed this, stated – He removed his penis from his pants and began masturbating furiously. When she expressed her disgust at this , Mr Yulidjirri BLEW, (What the fuck, there was always a chance of him cuming after exposing himself and taking matters into his own hands, so to speak), 0.295, several hours after he had stopped drinking.
His defence lawyer, Ms Icana Sucyudri said her client had no memory of the incident and was ashamed of his actions. (It’s amazing he could even get it up but for hashers it is worth remembering the linkage between brain and penis is often displayed by the behaviour of pissed hashers at functions who are exposed later as the camera never blinks or lies).

Judge Theodore Hanger said – This has been very HARD ON the nurse whose occupation is tough enough at times without having to put up with that kind of nonsense.

The court heard that Mr Yulidjirri had 25 prior convictions for breaching Alcohol Protection Orders including his last one on Christmas Day last year. ( Most Australians could relate to escaping or receiving one on that day each year).
On the upside, Ms Sucyudri, said it was a good outcome for her client because although his actions had ruined his intended plan to go dry for July, at least while in Berrimah jail, he would not have access to alcohol for at least the month of August. Justice Hanger, while noting the good intentions of the defendant, suggested something more like the whole of NT dry climate season might be a more appropriate sobering timeframe for Mr Yulidjirri so as to prevent his possible court reappearance for conviction number 27, which would mean that the wet season was well and truly back on the agenda for her client.

AND FROM RIO OLYMPIC VILLAGE
450 000 condoms have been given to athletes for the duration of the Games. There are gold and silver ones for those sprinters who cum first and second ; for those who manage to get them themselves into menages a trois, bronze for the third. It averages out to about 42 each or 3 a day for those sexually active which must have a few mothers worried that their virgin teenage high school children may come home transitioned into deflowered little nymphos.

A big thank -you to Senor Fanny C for last week’s trash as we bid him Adieu on his upcoming Tour de Spain.

Yours in hashing
CIRCUMFERENCE

Run 2024 Pictures Here

Date: 1/08/2016

Location: Robina

Hare: VD & Caustic Crusader

Hashers: 27

Run 2023

Tonight’s run description comes to you from Fanny Charmer as your regular scribe, Circumference, is otherwise engaged, watching the NRL clash between the Titans and the Cronulla Sharks, in what I believe was the Titans bringing the Sharks’ 16 game winning streak to an end…hope you enjoyed the game Circumference!

We gathered at that old favorite location, Scottsdale Reserve, on the corner of Scottsdale Drive and Prospect Court, Robina…very conveniently located across the road from the Dog and Parrot Tavern. As on the previous occasion that I can recollect, of course the oval was soon filled by Monday night footie training participants, meaning that the car park and surrounding streets were highly congested with cars. Luckily we hashers got an earlier start than the other 10 groups of people so we scored all the prime carparking spots…stuff ‘em! They’re all younger than us so they can walk further back to their cars!!

Tonight’s run was brought to you by VD and Caustic, and I do believe that VD was the one responsible for the nosh and Caustic for setting the actual run.

The Run:

The run was apparently a nice combination of street, path and bush and of approximately 7 km in length, but I wouldn’t really know, as like many of tonight’s eager hashers, I decided that I would limit myself to a brisk walk. I was accompanied by several senior hashers including Sir Rabbit and our esteemed hierarchy members, the GM and our RA.

I felt safe in the company of these learned gents, but it certainly didn’t prevent us from getting hopelessly lost and having to rely on yours truly’s GPS on his phone to find our way back to the start. In all, a nice walk of approximately 5 km, so not too shabby at all.

Our initially quite large walking group soon started to peter out and became a very few of us as many peeled off at various spots and made a quick getaway back to the start, obviously aware that unless they did this they would miss out on the entrees.

The Nosh:

I believe that there was an entrée of some description, but having religiously followed the entire walking path and getting lost, those of us who were at the “back of the pack” missed out entirely on that one!

The mains was curried sausages with steamed rice…and many Hashers making comments like “gee, this is just like back in the army days” and “last time I had this was in the queue at the Rosie’s van”.  My favorite comment tonight though, delivered in his typical laconic fashion, came from Fullershit….”I don’t normally like sausages, and this is no exception!”.

Well, for my part, I thought it was bloody great…the right mix of spices, copious amounts of veges and the sausage was obviously of prime quality. There were three substantial pots of this curry, so many of us went back for seconds, thirds and in several cases of extreme gluttony, fourths!! JJ…No wonder I only felt like having a small apple for breakfast the next morning!!

Sweets was…well….different, but lovingly hand made!! We had these funny little pastry cups with custard poured into them and fresh berries sprinkled on top. Very delicious if a bit messy to eat…many of us were paranoid about getting any of it onto our “pigs in the trough” jackets we were wearing.

The booze-masters:

I must throw in a word of thankyou on behalf of all of us…Bent Banana and Flasher have really stepped up to the plate in keeping us well lubricated on Monday nights…

The Circle:

The circle was opened by the GM….who then immediately broke with protocol and handed proceedings over the RA, who then proceeded to tell the tale of how he and Swindler encountered a fortune teller and they will both be assisting their fellow Hashers to have a comfortable retirement when they both make their fortunes in 2019!

Back to the GM…and…..next out the front were Caustic and VD as the hares for tonight…and welcome back Caustic, who says he’s been away from Hash for so long now that he’s been re-named “Mr Pleasant”!!…hahahaha…excuse me while I roll around the floor laughing…Mr Pleasant??….hahahaha!!

Next was a presentation of some cold, hard folding stuff to Truckie (welcome back from the Dordoyne region of France, by the way) as promised to him by the previous Hash Hierarchy for his selfless devotion to towing the trailer and backing into a bollard.

Truckie was then dragged out the front with two other returning runners, Kitchen Bitch and Mickypaedia…the latter being a member of the premier cycling troupe, the Warriors. Nice to see you off your bike seat and out of your racing thongs and pounding the streets with us for a change. Oh, and next time bring your fucking hash gear Mickypaedia or you’ll keep getting double down-downs for being out of uniform!!

Over to the RA….poor Kitchen Bitch gets dragged out the front again and apologises profusely for not being here but he’s been too busy selling prestige cars of a particular brand to unsuspecting fools with too much money to worry about spending time with his mates!

Next out to cop some punishment….Sir Two Dogs, Sir Botcho and Miscarriage….justifiably castigated for gobbling down all the entrees before the rest of us got back and could have any.

Caustic was then called back out and recounted the story of his house being raided by about 8 burly coppers from the Rapid Response Team…seems he was mistaken for being a native New Zealander (as described by the coppers) involved in an armed robbery.

Rug came out the front and told a bad joke (again!) and informed us that he is travelling to Europe and will be back just in time for the Halloween run in the tunnel at the end of October.

Iceman out the front next to explain about his magical treatment on his knee (PRP  or something like that)….this is starting to sound like the queue for the triage nurse at the University Hospital!

Truckie then came out the front (yawn, yawn…yet again) wondering where we had all gotten our new red or blue Hash bags…he’s forgotten that he got given one at the AGPU…oh dear….this IS getting worse, isn’t it?

Last but not least…Brewtus….once again, yes, for the SECOND time, he has forgotten to bring the Prick of the Week award to Hash…this time with some lame excuse that his wife wouldn’t let him have it…needless to say this elicited some  lewd commentary on why she might not be letting him have it…perhaps he doesn’t …ummm…measure up????

On that note, end of circle and time to roar up the highway back in time for Q&A….I hope you don’t think I am too much of a hoon Sir Two Dogs (who saw me roar off at a set of lights)…I just like to give it a bit of the boot occasionally…releases all my pent-up frustrationsJ

Fanny Charmer …

Stand in for the On Sec.

Run 2023 Pictures