NEXT RUN | 16 June 2025 Run 2341 from Granada Hotel(Lounge Bar), 666 Main Rd Berriedale Hare: Rigor Mortis Cost: $5 Buy own Meal & Drinks
RECEDING HARELINE
Run No.
Date
Hare Apparent
On On
2342
23 June
In the Raw
Derwent Tavern, Bridgewater
2343
30 June
Arse Cutter
TBC
2344
6 July
Steptoe
TBC
HARES NEEDED – SEEPRICKIT, BEFORE SHE SEES YOU!
KEEPING THE BASTARDS HONEST
Hares in 2025-26. Make sure that your name appears on this list at least once! (Twice if you’re a Co-Hare†)
Cant Stop
Sir Eve
Eveready
Growler
Sonar
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RUN 2339 REPORT
What a difference a Public Holiday makes. Not much traffic, can park anywhere and Dark MOFO brought the crowd in. Well to the New Sydney Hotel anyway. It was packed with Humans! Once a table was finished more came in. We were lucky in a way that we were a smallish group of a couple of dozen. Seemed like half of Hobart were trying to dink and eat in here tonight.
Seating was at a premium, eventually the waitress came around and took our orders and we paid for our meals as the run time rapidly approached. Ratu Steady Eddie and Governor Honkers were both disappointed that there was no Bangers and Mash or Rissoles on the menu.
Eveready had been assisted in setting the run by Blueprint from Launceston’s Hump Day Hash and we were instructed that it was out the door and to the Left for Runners, walkers and NDIS. The trail should still be there! So out the door it was.
Along Bathurst St, a little bit of confusion as the trail was sketchy here. Governor Honkers took the opportunity to throw a Beam Scooter roughly to the floor. Over the Rose Garden Bridge, up to the Aquatic Centre on over the Bridge of Remembrance towards the Cenotaph.
A couple of Dead rabbits on the trail here, then down to Evans Street and around to Franklin Wharf. Lots of building lit up with red lights, everything was quite bright.
On top of IXL Art was the BIG Hand with the face that eerily looked a bit like Trump!
Walkers turned right at Customs House Hotel and the runners trail continued through to Salamanca Place. This was about the time that a bit of a heavy drizzle started, glad I had my brolly then too. Pretty much on home from here.
At least the meals didn’t come out before we got back this time. This gave us ample time to get a beer through the crowd and have a bit of a chat. Still the nearby tables were cleared of Humans, they were quickly refilled with more Humans! Haven’t they got anything better to do at 8pm on a Public Holiday Monday night?
Finally everyone was finished our meals, our esteemed GM, Grizzly had arrange a smallish room at the back so that the Lip session could be done without offending too many members of the public. (or it could have been the sound acoustics)
On! On! Sir Eve
SKOLS – Organ Grinder
The Hare: Eveready & Blueprint. a well set run assisted by Blueprint, very picturesque, good run.
Country Members & Visitors: Cracker, Blueprint, Eveready
Just Kidding: Fark Off. off to WA, Exmouth, back thru Central Australia.
Just Kidding: fight to get a drink at the bar, still has that chick magnetism. Saved by Thrillseeker, saying that JK was his mother.
Thrillseeker: doing blockies earlier looking for a free park. There all free today.
Gov’nor Honkers: Beam scooter abuser, three tipped tonight. “Laying” prone.
Triple K: started to drive wrong way after last week, had to do a “U-turn”
Millstone: Just Kidding850 Runs
Lord Limp: Birthday last week
Skolls from the floor:
Eveready: Security guard to Next Week where the trail went. Two dead rabbits on the trail. Very creative.
Lord Limp: Went to water a tree on trail, was some homeless guys’ home.
Prawn Star: proxy skoll for the missing co-lip
Coupla Weeks: waitresses on orders, tried to pay with cash, $2 short!
Coupla Weeks:Birthday a few days ago
Ratu Steady Eddie: hung like a horse – Steady Neddie
Highness Eager: ceremonial hand over of the FRM vest.
Cracker: at the Fling, on trail “Wee Georgie rail track”, fell down bank. Held in place by a moist root.
Next Week as a new farmer buys several sheep hoping to breed them. After several weeks he notices that none of the sheep are getting pregnant and calls a vet for help. The vet tells him that he should try artificial insemination. Next Week doesn’t have the slightest idea what this means but, not wanting to display his ignorance, only asks the vet how he will know when the sheep are pregnant. The vet tells him that they will stop standing around and will lie down and wallow in the grass when they are pregnant. Next Week hangs up and gives it some thought. He comes to the conclusion that artificial insemination means he has to impregnate the sheep. So he loads the sheep into his truck, drives them out into the bush, screws them all, brings them back and goes to bed.
Next morning, he wakes and looks out at the sheep. Seeing that they are all still standing around, he deduces that the first try didn’t take and loads them in the truck again. He drives them out to the bush, screws each sheep twice for good measure, brings them back and goes to bed.
Next morning, he wakes to find the sheep still just standing around. One more try, he tells himself, and proceeds to load them up and drive them out to the bush. He spends all day sheep screwing, and upon returning home falls exhausted into bed.
The next morning he cannot even raise himself from the bed to look at the sheep. He asks Cream Between to look out and tell him if the sheep are lying in the grass.
“No,” she says, “they’re all in the truck and one of them is beeping the horn.”
In a train car there was Governor Honkers, Blueprint, a spectacular-looking Eveready and a frightfully awful-looking fat lady.
After several minutes the train happened to pass through a dark tunnel, and the unmistakable sound of a slap was heard. When they left the tunnel Blueprint had a big red slap mark on his cheek.
Eveready thought—That Blueprint son-of-a-bitch wanted to touch me and must have put his hand on the fat lady by mistake, who, in turn, must have slapped his face.
The large lady thought—That dirty old Blueprint laid his hands on Eveready and she smacked him.
Blueprint thought—That fucking Governor Honkers put his hand on Eveready and she slapped me by mistake.
Governor Honkers thought—I hope there’s another tunnel soon so I can smack that Blueprint twat again.
The event made headline news in the local paper. “Man of 80 marries girl of 21.” The man was in such great demand that it was arranged for him to hold a press conference when they returned from their honeymoon. “How often do you have sex?” shouted out one of the journalists. “Nearly every night,” replied the man. “Nearly on Monday, nearly on Tuesday, nearly on Wednesday …”
A young Harriette married and had 13 children. Her husband died. She soon married again and had 7 more children. Again, her husband died. But she remarried and this time had 5 more children. Alas, she finally croaked. Standing before her coffin, Grizzly prayed to the Lord above, thanking him for this loving woman who fulfilled his commandment to “Go forth and multiply.” In his final eulogy, he noted, “Thank you, Lord, they’re finally together.” Leaning over to Jerk Off, one mourner asked, “Do you think he means her first, second or third husband?” Jerk Off then replied, “I think he means her legs.”
Q. What do Disney World & Viagra have in common? A. They both make you wait an hour for a two-minute ride.
Hobart Hash House Harriers and Harriettes 
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