Run: January Splinter Lunch

Date:30/01/2015

Location: Helensvale

Host: Botcho

Runners:39

There was movement on the course, for the word had passed around

That a filly from Surfers Paradise had got away

And was about to join the Splinter Hashers –

All had tried to catch her eye before  and came from far and wide for another try. Hawkeye and Parasite arrived from Brisbane and boasted they could catch an eye.

For the Hashers loved a challenge – and game on was called

Clubs where swinging and balls where rolling with no delights in sight

 

 

Fuller Shit tried offering her a ride on his battery powered steer

But a photograph was all he could bare

 

 

 

 

 

 

Flasher tried, and pulled up a chair- and called out over here my dear

 

 

 

 

Now Loved tried – but he was too slow

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Show Pony applied the charm and came near

 

 

 

 

 

Botcho called out to Vomit- bring on the food mate. A Gourmet Nosh may be the way to catch an eye. The food was great  and came close to winning a heart.

 

 

 

All seemed to be lost until Sir Rabbit jumped on to a chair the crowd roared as Sir Rabbit revealed the score.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Moonbeams called out for more

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The boys in the back row shout “show us you tits”

 

 

 

 

 

Weekly was amazed at the trophy that sir Rabbit was about to award.

The trophy came out, frame and all.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sir Prince Called out

“Now that’s what I call a trophy”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It was all too much for Rug who had a little nap and had a dream about it all.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Shat made a late run to catch her eye and heart but always found a glass in his mouth.

 

 

 

 

What a great day. Oh bye the way!! Crocodile, Weekly and Nasty won the Golf.