Run 81 -- The Lost Episode --

This maybe a work of pure fiction as this hash trash is being written over one year later

(No one can say I ain’t timely that’s for sure)

 

Date: Sundy August 16th, 1998

 

The Hares: Bl*w Job, Shelagh Montgomery, Andrew Scholte

 

The Pack: Foxy Lady, DA, Yogi II, Mustapha Kunt, Turkish Delight, Drunken Emporium, Neutron Bomb, Tad, 2 of Yogi’s friends (one named Debra, the other I forget), and 5 others who I think left before the photos were taken (I believe Margaret Boyer, Viagra, Valerie Markham, Lab Rat, and Chistine Campagnolo), (I know that there were 18 of us on the run and that 12 of us were women).

It was yet another beautiful day. Everyone is in a good mood having run one of the best runs of the summer, and it’s only one week to the 2nd annual red dress run. The hares took the pack down into Verdun and along the Aquaduct, we nearly lost new comer Drunken Emporium to a truly great check point (?!?), he rejoined us just in time to help the pack disturb a group of Sri Lankan Cricket players (there was no game going on here when the hares set the trail, and it ran right between to games). Midway we had a much needed beer break at Shelagh’s place down near the Atwater Market, and she served up some really juicy fruit (orange slices) I believe this is how her hash name came about)) Eventually the pack wound its drunken self back to the car park. It was here Bl*w Job made some wonderful balloon creations for Yogi and Co., as seen in the photos.

 

Down-Downs (what I can remember) Disturbed the downstairs neighbour

To the hares for setting this awesome run

To Andrew for it being his virgin lay

To Newcomers – Tad, Drunken Emporium, and I believe Margaret Boyer, Yogi's friends

 

Religious Adviser – Can’t remember. No one was awarded either the Shit or the Numbskull as both were missing (the Numbskull was stolen by Lucifer, under advisement from Bl*w Job)

 

Namings (Busy Day)

Shelagh – Juicy Fruit, Andrew – Backwash, Christine – Poison Ivy, Vicky – Lab Rat

 

*please note that this maybe a complete work of fiction, the events depicted here may or may not of happened, names maybe have been changed to protect the innocent. Any similarities between this event and persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

** IF PHOTOS APPEAR DARK PLEASE TURN UP YOUR BRIGHTNESS


The pack poses for a picture - Bl*w Job gets a prosthesis with thanks to one of Yogi's lady friends


Taking her new penis for a test drive

   


No more penis envy


The people on the stairs go round and round

  


You the man Yogi

  


Poor Yogi got himself a splinter in his thumb, we've told him to stop playing with his woody


 

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