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Arse Cutter
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UP AND CUMMING 10-12 October | H5 Oktoberfest @ Tamar Valley Resort, Grindelwald (details to come) 8-10 May 2026 | Interhash 2026, Yogyakarta, Indonesia
RUN 2346 REPORT
Did you know? The Black Buffalo Hotel is owned and run by Kalis Hospitality Group since 2002. The Black Buffalo Hotel has a rich history in Hobart, especially with its close proximity to the North Hobart Football Oval which was once a prominent attraction to football fans every weekend who would then frequent the Black Buffalo public bar. I can’t find too much history on this hotel, it seems a bit blank on the internet.
Wow I thought when I arrived, we have a room to ourselves with big round tables and our own Bar person. Bought a Pint and ordered my meal, then In the Raw told me that they had other beers on tap at the Bar (sad face). Our numbers seemed to be a bit down with only about 26 Hashers (estimated) in attendance. So we had plenty of room to spread out. I think we only used 3 tables.
Eventually we were all primed to go. Sugar Babe took to the stage and announced that there was only one well set trail with Big 5 arrows that you couldn’t miss. If you got lost on trail, you shouldn’t be allowed to drive. When the walkers have had enough, head home. Quite clear instructions really. Also Dog Shit was out there somewhere checking on the trail (and no, he didn’t set it) and Sugar Babe was doing the run again too!
So out the door and Worley, Wellington and Lefroy Streets to the main drag of North Hobart.
This is the stage where the run photos rapidly lessen as someone thought the trail would head further down Elizabeth St and not up to Lower Jordan Rd to 3 False trails! 2 along the road and one at the end that went up Mellifont Street.
regular minderFingers Again
The good thing about all these False Trails, meant that the hardy few walkers of Sir Eve, Contessa Coupla Weeks, Triple K could just about keep Up.
A nasty FT up of Valley Rd saw us loop back to Mellifont St and another FT. Up Hamilton St and through the West Hobart Recreation Ground to Landsdown Cresent. This was the moment that it all went Tits Up/down for Triple K as she tried to rub out the trail with her chin. Despite refusing Thrillseekers offer to get up and realising her watch had gone into emergency call mode, everything was sorted and we were underway again.
Heading around Landsdown crescent we thought we had done enough as we were still heading away from the venue and decided we had done enough. So Hashing home from here we made good time and found the trail again several times.
Nearer home we were accosted by In the Raw as he had exited the Winston just behind us. We learnt later that he had also been doing a taste test at Boodle Beazley as well.
Sweaty
A good trail with lots of FT’s. This kept most of the runners together but strung the walkers out. I must remember to put lots more FT’s in when I set runs.
Finally back at the pub, meals served and the Lip session was about to start as the night was dragging on and it was getting past peoples bed times. Urang snuck in from a meeting he had been having in the next room. Just wanted a free drink I think. Now to remember to find a different hat for the run next week.
On! On! Sir Eve
I.D.I.O.T.
SKOLS – Organ Grinder
The Hare: Sugar Babe. too much Dog Shit on the run. A Good Trail, very colourful. Lots of FT’s.
Country Members: C*nt Stop, Dog Shit, Growler, Next Week, Organ Grinder, Urang
Fish Fingers – Drove to Hash from Tolmans Hill with 2 flat tires.
Dog Shit – someone smelt the scent of Dog Shit and found it in West Hobart
Sugar Babe: Leading the pack on the trail and lost it with abuse to Bees Dick
Urang: Visitor
Grass Roots – forgotten an important event. Booked a Heavy Metal gig the day before daughters wedding.
Skolls from the floor:
Triple K – fell over on the trail and tried to rub marks out with her chin. Watch saying emergency alert.
Sir Eve – said there was some lumpy bits in the Ginger Beer.
Can’t Stop -Left his phone behind in an International Airport
Cost The Oktoberfest fee is $90 and covers Saturday lunch and dinner, p!ss stop (including Sir Eve’s Bavarian beverages), gluhwein competition entry and tasting (assuming that the judges don’t drink it all), lucky door prize and a commemorative embroidered badge.
Registration Make your payment to the H5 Hash Cashiers – Grassroots and Gingernuts – by 26 September. If you can’t get to a H5 trail to make payment, you can use a direct credit payment to the H5 account (ask for bank account details). If making a direct credit, make sure to include your Hash name (or something we can pin down to you) in the details and send an email to this address to confirm.
Accommodation Book your own accommodation with the Resort on (03) 6330 0400, and quote booking 505253. Accommodation includes breakfast and use of the facilities (pool, spa and sauna). There are plenty of options for sharing cabins.
As is customary, Hashers are invited to break out their dirndl or lederhosen for the Saturday dinner.
Details of the gluhwein competition will follow, once we find three corrupt judges with palettes like that of a meth addict.
Questions? See JM ContessaCoupla Weeks for answers, but you need to be able to understand Canadian. CW also has more details of the cabins, should you want to know which option would suit best.
Many years ago Grizzly asked the prettiest girl in Burnie (Lone Arranger) for a date and finally she agrees to go out with him. Grizzly takes Lone Arranger to a nice restaurant and buys her a gourmet dinner with expensive wine. On the way home, Grizzly pulls over to the side of the road in a secluded spot. They start necking and he’s getting pretty excited. He starts to reach under her skirt and she stops him, saying she’s a virgin and wants to stay that way.
“Well, okay,” Grizzly says, “how about a blow job?”
“Yuck!” Lone Arranger screams. “I’m not putting that thing in my mouth!”
Grizzly says, “Well, then, how about a hand job?”
“I’ve never done that,” Lone Arranger says. “What do I have to do?”
“Well,” Grizzly answers, “remember when you were a kid and you used to shake up a Coke bottle and spray your brother with it?” Lone Arranger nods. “Well, it’s just like that.”
So, Grizzly pulls it out and Lone Arranger grabs hold of it and starts shaking it. A few seconds later, his head flops back on the headrest, his eyes close, snot starts to run out of his nose, wax blows out of his ear and Grizzly screams out in pain.
“What’s wrong?!” Lone Arranger cries out.
“Take your thumb off the end!!”
A farmer was driving along the road with a load of fertilizer. A little boy, playing in front of his house, saw him and called, “What’ve you got in your truck?”
“Fertilizer,” the farmer replied.
“What are you going to do with it?” asked the little boy.
“Put it on strawberries,” answered the farmer.
“You ought to live here,” the little boy advised him. “We put sugar and cream on ours.”
Steptoe thought she needed some toughening to cope with today’s world and decided to join a gang. She rocked up to the Hell’s Angels biker club and tapped on the door. “Excuse me, sirs, I’d like to join your club, if you please,” Steptoe croaked in her feeble voice. A grunt came from inside, “Ha! You got no chance, woman. We only take the toughest into our club. You can only join if you drink!” “Oh boy, do I drink! I slam a few down every night after playing pool with the boys,” Steptoe croaked back. “Oh, umm, well… you can only join if you smoke,” he lied, trying to brush her off. “Does marijuana count? Because I don’t mind a few joints after playing pool with the boys.” “Umm, I suppose it does count,” the biker said, and thinking quickly on his feet, said, “Look, we’re a gang only for the roughest, toughest men in town. Now, have you ever been picked up by the fuzz?” “No,” Steptoe replied, “but I’ve been swung around by the tits a few times.”
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