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Sunday, December 21, 2008
Dec. 14th - Hash #923
MASH AND BANGERS
Hares: Oral Orgasm | Jaws
Scribe: Can you believe that Frustrated Frog has actually, finally, done a Trash????
After a very plesant stroll through the city and a few beer stops, we ended up back to the place we started just by Oktogon. Fish and chips or mash and bangers was the order of the day. On top of that a sizeable amount of beer and cider was being liberally ingurgitated by our happy pack of hashers who had decided to turn up en masse just for the occasion to honour 2000 years of british haute cuisine at its best. Being on a diet, i quickly found myself completely stuffed with the firt three sausages and took great delight in having Randall, our american nano expert, stole from me my last and most precious sausage on the pretext that such good food were not to be left untouched or even worse fed to the dog. After two hours of a most plesant late lunch and despite having to put up with what one of my english friends calls the Donal Duck version of the english language spoken by our friends on the other side of the Atlantic Ocean, i must confess that as is the case with most translations, i prefer the original. Having said that, i shall leave you with the words of one of America’s most gifted writer Mark Twain, who jugding by the way french people spoke their language, thought of them as a bunch of homosexuals and shall conclude that as is the case with beauty, it’s all in the eye of the beholder.
Merry Chritmas to all my fellow hashers
Frustrated Frog
Hares: Oral Orgasm | Jaws
Scribe: Can you believe that Frustrated Frog has actually, finally, done a Trash????
After a very plesant stroll through the city and a few beer stops, we ended up back to the place we started just by Oktogon. Fish and chips or mash and bangers was the order of the day. On top of that a sizeable amount of beer and cider was being liberally ingurgitated by our happy pack of hashers who had decided to turn up en masse just for the occasion to honour 2000 years of british haute cuisine at its best. Being on a diet, i quickly found myself completely stuffed with the firt three sausages and took great delight in having Randall, our american nano expert, stole from me my last and most precious sausage on the pretext that such good food were not to be left untouched or even worse fed to the dog. After two hours of a most plesant late lunch and despite having to put up with what one of my english friends calls the Donal Duck version of the english language spoken by our friends on the other side of the Atlantic Ocean, i must confess that as is the case with most translations, i prefer the original. Having said that, i shall leave you with the words of one of America’s most gifted writer Mark Twain, who jugding by the way french people spoke their language, thought of them as a bunch of homosexuals and shall conclude that as is the case with beauty, it’s all in the eye of the beholder.
Merry Chritmas to all my fellow hashers
Frustrated Frog
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Dec. 7th - Hash #922
Hares: Baldric | Mama San | Pizza Piss
Scribe: Pussy Willow
BangCock, NFG Chris, NFG Darina, NFG John, NFG Kim, NFG Natasha, NFGPetra, Pussy Willow, Sextax, NFG Susan and 10 Minutes Late assembled at 11.30, which is, of course, AFTER EIGHT, on this fine December morning. The Hash began by us nibbling on one of these delicious square mints with considerate Hashers leaving the ‘envelopes’ in the box for Pussy Willow to amuse herself with later in the privacy of her own home. Baldric’s attire for the day succeeded in putting the ’short’ into shorts and the ‘p’ into skimpy and looked as if the manufacturer had run out of material AFTER EIGHT cm. No one was in any doubt that it was, indeed, a cold day!!!
We boarded the No. 60 bus and AFTER EIGHT stops approx. got off at Obudai temeto, the dead centre of town (pathetic old joke, I know) and looked at the mountain in the distance we had to climb. The bus route had taken us past an amphitheatre, left AFTER EIGHT Roman Legions had occupied the site. It began gently enough and did level out and even went downhill towards the end but there was some steady climbing in the middle. The trail must have been about 9 km, so AFTER EIGHT some Hashers were beginning to get a bit tired. The trail finished at the bottom of Harmashatarhegyi ut.
For the circle we were joined by Rabies and it was the usual mixture of ‘Hash Virgins’; Returnees, offences etc. There was the auspicious occasion of a naming to be carried out. Having asked Agi to tell us a little about herself to help us come up with a subtle and appropriate Hash name, we ignored everything we were told and AFTER EIGHT suggestions, decided on Pizza Piss. Well, there is at least an Italian reference in there and it can be shortened to an affectionate ‘Piss’ or ‘PP’.
After what seemed like an EIGHT-ERNITY, we adjourned to a nearby restaurant for lunch and, of course, a mint or two.
Scribe: Pussy Willow
BangCock, NFG Chris, NFG Darina, NFG John, NFG Kim, NFG Natasha, NFGPetra, Pussy Willow, Sextax, NFG Susan and 10 Minutes Late assembled at 11.30, which is, of course, AFTER EIGHT, on this fine December morning. The Hash began by us nibbling on one of these delicious square mints with considerate Hashers leaving the ‘envelopes’ in the box for Pussy Willow to amuse herself with later in the privacy of her own home. Baldric’s attire for the day succeeded in putting the ’short’ into shorts and the ‘p’ into skimpy and looked as if the manufacturer had run out of material AFTER EIGHT cm. No one was in any doubt that it was, indeed, a cold day!!!
We boarded the No. 60 bus and AFTER EIGHT stops approx. got off at Obudai temeto, the dead centre of town (pathetic old joke, I know) and looked at the mountain in the distance we had to climb. The bus route had taken us past an amphitheatre, left AFTER EIGHT Roman Legions had occupied the site. It began gently enough and did level out and even went downhill towards the end but there was some steady climbing in the middle. The trail must have been about 9 km, so AFTER EIGHT some Hashers were beginning to get a bit tired. The trail finished at the bottom of Harmashatarhegyi ut.
For the circle we were joined by Rabies and it was the usual mixture of ‘Hash Virgins’; Returnees, offences etc. There was the auspicious occasion of a naming to be carried out. Having asked Agi to tell us a little about herself to help us come up with a subtle and appropriate Hash name, we ignored everything we were told and AFTER EIGHT suggestions, decided on Pizza Piss. Well, there is at least an Italian reference in there and it can be shortened to an affectionate ‘Piss’ or ‘PP’.
After what seemed like an EIGHT-ERNITY, we adjourned to a nearby restaurant for lunch and, of course, a mint or two.
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