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RUN NO: 2215
WHEN: 22rd Mac 2011
HARES: WOBBLY 016-7392126/ZHU MI CHON 019-7705679
WHERE: SERI ALAM
HOW: Take Pasir Gudang Highway, exit Bandar Seri Alam, look for hash signs
Run No: 2215 23rd March 2011
Hares: Cummi Chong and Wobbly Dick
This is probably going to be the last time we set foot on this runsite at Seri Alam Horse Riding. The once lowly trampled four lanes road is now stampeded by construction lorries and disgruntled land owners who are so excited about us parking up their space and blocking traffic. The Hares had to double in as traffic
wardens to usher in the low IQ hashmen, who are made worse when they are behind the wheel These rodents seem to like to park their vehicle to occupy the nooks and cranny that we left behind to let traffic through. Oh, what am I saying, you wouldn’t be in Hash if you had high IQ anyway. So, we are all part of
this happy family. No matter how you want to outshine in this pack , you are still either the scum in the scumbag or the shit in the shit pile.
The run got off to a good start at 6pm with one of the hares warning of a lot of false trails, a sign of discontentment that his partner had been the guilty one. First check was at the power line and it was a big decision time as this is the point where the trail would make it clockwise or anti clockwise. It was neither
and FRB Phua Cho Kai was so happy that it was straight ahead. This is now rubber estate aka mosquito territory. Either you outrun them or you will run out of blood. Second check was a double check and took a visit to an illegal Indonesian fraternity equipped with their own architectural design, food supplies, live stocks and environmental services ie toilet. The whole idea of a double check here, one before this village and one just after is for our hashmen to savor their privileged lifestyle which they have all taken for granted.
The running trail now takes through some bushy areas. It wasn’t all running on estate road, it cuts back in and out into unknown territory and event through some stream crossings. The ones with the clean shoes obviously did not make it through the full run. Third check was in an open quarry and in no time Uncle Woon broke it with his little sense of direction but mostly kiasuism. . This run actually went anti clockwise around the construction area for the new MARA.
The circle became a rectangle because of the limited space. Handsome took to the floor, earmarked for the role of hash whip that he will finally take over from our Jack Arse who had raised both hands in surrender.
Now I shouldn’t be complaining , listening to an old broken radio over and over again is definitely not inspiring to the senses. We are suffering the same fate of our nation. The talented and the gifted have already migrated to greener pastures, abandoning the jar with the lowest level ‘well connected’ like layer of
silt. With a few dollars in their pockets and a lowly exposed ‘ mountain tortoise’ mentality, the jar is their world.
The food alas was the antidote. With the ever happy and generous boss of Foo Too joining in the beer binging, what else can I say….. Thanks to the hares for the good fuck up…. Shall I say this is good hash language ?
ON ON
Shit Arse and Arse Hole
