September 26, 1999 - Headmistresses Fishfry Hash
Here we have Jeep and Hummer wearing matching knee braces - this just confirms that running is bad for the bod and why is it that people always need to ask medical advice from the old Doc on his day off, including Phart wanting to know what to do about hash-incurred poison ivy. Guess Jeep’s the only hasher with some useful advice in the cranium, the rest of us just being eejits, because who else would be foolish enough to run around in circles with a Headmistress who first of all kept getting lost on her own trail and had it not been for her offspring we would never have found the end of it, and furthermore the fish & chips place had been out of business for 3 years. This drove us in the arms of the cop shop where we found other hashers who had spent their day with their butt on a boat - well, bullocks to that, because if you can get out of the house you can get to the hash. Well, Hardcore got let out of the house this time, but got lost in the woods with Deep Venous, so Clod had to chase up his bro to make sure there was no family trouble and other than handing Knickerbocker a wedding gift card which showed her three favourite toys and noticing some stringbeans in aen-route ethnic garden that were even bigger than said toys, that’s all folks for this one.