Jakarta Hash House Harriers
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Sheet Run 1721
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StationeryRun # 1721 – Hares : MGM & Tom bin Jones
The flood was
lapping up against the office door as this scribe, bearing Witless and Returner
Bluebottle leaped into our car. The sky was dark and menacing (like Tom bin
Jones), The thunder was angry and loud (like MGM).
The dry and pleasureable warmth of the 5th+1 was closer than the cold and wet misery that awaited in
Cimanggis. What to do? Like Hashers
true and true (ie idiots) we opted for Cimanggis. The fair weather wimps were
absent in droves, present were just the hard men of the hash.
Robust specimens like Magic Dragon, Fanny and Yoshi all stood around in the pre-hash deluge,
their sculpted bodies glistening in the rain, hair matted against their thick
skulls thick hair matted against their skulls.
Tom bin Jones muttered something about crossing the toll road and then
we were off.
200 meters later we were off again, this time off paper. The
clever hares had cunningly neglected to tell the pack that they had used two
types of paper, and the even more clever pack assumed that the second paper was
that left over from last Thursday’s run from the same location.
Good start. A few claimed to have “been all the way” with Konkrete Kok, but he was
not present to defend himself.
The first order of business was to put the RA on ice to stop the fucking rain. Bing a man of
relative seniority, he (Elephant Man) was allowed to choose among two blocks of
ice. One was cold and hard, the other was…cold nd hard.
Run Comments…
The Cuckolder and Cuckoldee
Fanny said he
had a good time with his ENZED mate (referring to SheepsKin),
SheepsKin responded by saying he enjoyed Fanny here, there and everywhere (pointing to Fannies orifices). Absolutely Perfect, he said (referring to the run, not Fanny), and I look forward to the
sausages and mash afterwards. BlueBottle said the run reminded him of Irian
Jaya, and as a special treat for JHHH he would recite a new song that he had
learned there, called Irian Jaya…Pit Stop said that every run set from this location
since 1984 had had the same terrible weather. He described his run from start
to finish – hitching a ride on a Coke truck…Witless thought that the run was
well below the standards of Tom bin Jones, - he was not even hit once by a
train, Col. B had a lovely walk, never seeing paper from Start to finish,
Elephant man (from the ice) said that Col. B. is a cuckold.
This is obviously a veiled reference to Cpl.
B’s comments a few weeks ago about dipping one’s chips in another mans
curry. It would appear that, in revenge
for being cuckolded by Col.B., E-Man
has quietly been rogering Mrs. Bludclot, and took the opportunity on Monday to
reveal his vil philanderings to the circle, much as Col. B had publicly
laundered his own linen a few weeks ago. Meanwhile PissPot was still prattling
on about his run, the coke truck, the rain, the mud, the grey / black sky, the
memories. Ahh the memories.
Anyway, in the
end, HM pronounced the run “a good run”. How unusual.
Next weeks run
is at the “Dog and Monkey” site in Cibubur. (Hare is MGM again) I’m fucked if I know where that is so check
the Jakarta Post on Monday.
Celebrating
their first anniversary, Betawi Hash will have a weekend in Carita on Nov 9th
and 10th. Rp150k per head. Contact Tarzan.
BlueBottle
announced that his new bar / restaurant "F39" on Jl. Fatmawati is
available for OnOnOn's any time...
Former Hasher
Ian “Mugsy” Murray who died recently
was remembered with a song about his famous Brown Brown Glorious Brown Holden
automobile, followed by a circle-wide downdown. The clouds parted, Mugsy extended his long arm down from Hash
Heaven and asked for a cold Anker. “Give us a real beer, I’m tired of drinking
this Angel piss”, he said.
Guest RA
PissPot recommends Lion City Hash in Singapore, NOT the Monday Hash. On Lion City Hash, all the girls want to go
home with you, and the OnOnOn continues until 4:00am. He revealed these important pieces of information to us as he
stepped out of his pristine white pants and tossed them in the mud, whereupon
the entire circle accidentally trampled upon them. A clothesline was quickly
constructed by trying Fanny to the Hash Umbrella with a piece of string, and
Pisspots pants were put up to dry alongside Bluebottles shirt and 10 cm2
towelette, which was also accidentally destroyed in shiggy.
Tom bin Jones told (ie read from a piece of
paper) some really awful jokes and the ice was kicked in his direction, getting
closer with each progressively worse joke. Eventually he gave up the jokes and
hoped for redemption by singing a song. Wrong!
And then it was time for hats off and piss on
the floor, in the middle of which SheepsKin’s mum (phuk Ewe) called to find out
whether or not he was coming home for dinner. Sausages and mash, as usual.
Dear Aunt
Anguish,
My wife is really fucking smart but she doesn't take care of me any more, ever since she got that promotion. My "clean" shirts look like somebody shat on them, she never gives me blowjobs any more (beneath her dignity she says), she doesn't even comb my hair. I'm starting to look like a hobo. Whatever can I do?
Expectantly
yours
Magic Lizard
(name changed to protect hashers real identity)
Aunt Anguish'
helpful reply:
Dear Magic,
Learn how to
wank and wash your own fucking clothes.
AA
Tastes like Angel Piss
Faithful Scribe
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