Location: Baan Fanta Luang near Wat Jom Sak 2.5 km west of the Superhighway just before Macro
Hare: Fired Up and On Fire
Despite the controversy surrounding the previous event, 23 intrepid hashers appeared one more time. The two hares, Fired Up and On Fire, ensured that no such criticism would be leveled at them by searching out a trail which was absolutely flat and without a leaf of grass which might stain a shoe. However through some oversight they failed to ensure that the day was clear of rain. Your faithful correspondent regrets to report that dirt from the mud roads did stick to his boots and this required some cleaning afterwards.
Able Semen and Doesn’t Work (Crash) rushed ahead oblivious to where paper may lead. Soreasses was foolish enough to follow them. When suddenly they broke from their reverie to discover that no one had seen paper for 10 minutes, they had to back track for a half kilometer. Later back in the circle Do It Yourself complained that these three had become so self-absorbed that they neglected to kick out the checks. Among the victims were the Lost Samurai and Nok Easy who guessed wrong. Nam Ron avoided all mistakes by pretending to supervise Ranger, Buffalo Bill and No Name.
With the coming of cool weather, Scotch on the Rocks emerged from the north dragging compatriots Virgins Gale and Kelly with her. Cop Out stayed close by her side to ensure that these wild Scots did no harm.
Meanwhile a name change may be due for Johnny Walker who ended up not far behind the FRBs. Likewise the Special Needs-Special Services duo surprised everyone by mysteriously appearing early at the finish line.
Shocking became so enthralled by the trial that he walked right by the end point. Not far behind were Pat on the Back and the inevitable Super Glue who made no such mistake.
At the circle thereafter our favourite GM ever thanked the hares of this run, Fired Up and On Fire, and Nam Ron for the most memorable September hash. He managed to squeeze these details in between the offer of t-shirts and the formation of an orderly queue of eager purchasers. Scotch on the Rocks splashed this truthful reporter for setting an alarm on his beautiful new car so all could appreciate his recent affluence and aesthetics. Finally the group refused to name Nearly Virgin Neil “Doesn’t Work”which would honour his early retirement as an internet blogger. Instead this democracy perversely insisted on anticipating the future by calling him “Crash.”
On! On!
Hash Scribe (pro tem) Wirgin Bluce
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