Volume 44, Issue 26 | October 21, 2025

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RECEDING HARELINE

Run No.	Date	Hare Apparent	On On
2363	3 November	Joint Clubs	RYCT, Sandy Bay. MND Charity Run ($25)
2364	10 November	Highness Eager	Clifton Beach
2365	17 November	Jerk Off & Twice Cumming	Peter Murrell Reserve (off Huntingfield Ave) next to old vodaphone
2366	24 November	Brazilian	Kingston Park (Bottom BBQ area)

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UP AND CUMMING
3 November | Combined Hash Clubs Charity Run @ RYCT
26 November | Hobart Hash Harem 1400th Run @ Queens Head
8-10 May 2026 | Interhash 2026, Yogyakarta, Indonesia

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RUN 2361 REPORT

Did you know: Cremorne was originally gazetted as Pipe Clay, the name was changed in 1968. Cremorne would appear to be originally of Irish origin, the name comes from the Anglicization of the Gaelic Críoch Mhúrn, meaning “Bounds of Mourne”.

Well we had shocking weather all day. Gale force winds with a weather alert. Across the water there was a Fire at Nugent with a “Leave Now” warning. There was no Air support as they couldn’t fly. Yet never fear, In the Raw wasn’t a person who would shirk their duties. The Trail was set.

Unfortunately when we were setting up the site, the Firemaster stayed on the back of the Ute, as it was deemed too dangerous to light. We might have set fire to New Zealand!

The trouble with it being sooo windy, was a greater wind-chill, meaning everyone rugged up.

The Hare had great delight in telling the NDIS group, that the total elevation they would achieve on the run was 2 metres, the walkers 6 meters and the runners about 12 meters in height.

So we were off along the Beach, up some slight rises. The Runners were treated to some nice scenery along the cliff tops, but also a 1Km False Trail.

Some clever FT’s and laneways made the walk long enough, before we did the big loop on the Cremorne Spit path and back to the On On.

So Free food again, with a lot more Burgers from Oktoberfest on the BBQ, although reduced numbers tonight meant there was more than enough this time.

Everything was coming off the BBQ and ready to eat, One problem though …. The Hare (In the Raw) forgot to bring the bread!!!!

Fortunately Triple K was kind enough to offer up her Gold Plated Premium Load of sliced Rye Bread. A slice of this was better than me trying to eat 2 Burgers out of a paper cup.

As darkness and the cold was descending, we launched in to the Lip Session. Once this was finished, the pack up was done in record time as it was too cold to linger.

Hares: Please remember to bring the bread (about 4 loaves)

On! On!
Sir Eve

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SKOLS – Organ Grinder & Stunned Mullet

• The Hare: In the Raw– Long Runners FT, too flat, sand in the cracks.
• Country Members – Stunned Mullet
• Stunned Mullet – Media Event, Barnarby’s mascot
• Arse Cutter – 225 runs
• Viagra – 175 Runs
• (No FRB Shirt/Dickhead Hat)
• In the Raw – No Bread
• Big Mac – Forgot his runners, had to get Bees Dick to bring them
• Bees Dick and Grass Roots – was on time to pay for the run tonight, but Hash Cash had already packed up
• Bees Dick – Large sunburnt Patch on his back
• Thrillseeker – bringing last of the 0% Beer to the eskies, but the tops are rusty

Skolls from the floor

• Stunned Mullet – Lost his phone at the On On tonight
• Miss Bling – Jumping in too early in the Lip Session
• Lord Limp – Fell down on the run
• Triple K – Donating her breakfast loaf of bread

HASH FLASH

Link to all photos for Run 2361 – Cremorne Park (hopefully next week)

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FUNNIES (True Stories)

A young couple were invited to a swanky masked Halloween party. The wife came down with a terrible headache and told her husband to go to the party and have a good time. Being the devoted husband he protested, but she argued and said she was going to take some aspirin and go to bed. She told him there was no need for him to miss the fun. So he took his costume and away he went.

The wife, after sleeping soundly for one hour, awakened without pain, and as it was still early she decided to go to the party. Because hubby did not know what her costume was, she thought she would have some kicks watching her husband to see how he acted when she was not around. She joined the party and soon spotted her husband cavorting around on the dance floor. He was dancing with every nice chick he could, copping a feel here and taking a little kiss there. His wife sidled up to him and, being a rather seductive babe herself, he left his partner high and dry and devoted his time to the new “action.”

She let him go as far as he wished, naturally, since he was her husband. Finally he whispered a little proposition in her ear and she agreed, so off they went to one of the cars and had a little bang.

Just before unmasking at midnight she slipped out, went home, put the costume away and got into bed, wondering what kind of explanation he would have for his behavior.

She was sitting up reading when he came in, and she asked him what he had done. He said, “Oh, the same old thing. You know I never have a good time when you’re not there.”

Then she asked, “Did you dance much?”

He replied, “I’ll tell you, I never even danced one dance. When I got to the party I met Pete, Bill and some other guys, so we went into the den and played poker all evening. But I’ll tell you, the guy I loaned my costume to sure had one hell of a time!”

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A man from Texas buys a round of drinks for everyone in the bar as he announces that his wife has just produced a typical Texan baby boy weighing twenty pounds. Congratulations shower all around, and many exclamations of “wow!” are heard.

Two weeks later he returns to the bar. The bartender says, “Say, you’re the father of the typical Texan baby that weighed twenty pounds at birth, aren’t you? How much does the baby weigh now?”

The proud father answers, “Fifteen pounds.”

The bartender is puzzled. “Why? What happened? He already weighed twenty pounds at birth.”

The Texan father takes a slow sip from his beer, wipes his lips on his shirt sleeve, leans over to the bartender and proudly announces, “Had him circumcised.”

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All the organs of the body were having a meeting, trying to decide who was in charge.

The brain said, “I should be in charge, because I run all the body’s systems. So without me nothing would happen.”

“I should be in charge,” said the heart, “because I pump the blood and circulate oxygen all over the body. Without me you’d all waste away.”

“I should be in charge,” said the stomach, “because I process food and give all of you energy.”

“I should be in charge,” said the rectum, “because I’m responsible for waste removal.”

All the other body parts laughed at the rectum and insulted him, so in a huff, he shut down tight. Within a few days, the brain had a terrible headache, the stomach was bloated and the blood was toxic. Eventually the other organs gave in. They all agreed that the rectum should be the boss.

The moral of the story?
You don’t have to be smart or important to be in charge—just an asshole.

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NOT SO BRAND NEW H5 MISMANAGEMENT 2025-26

Grand Master	Grizzly
Joint Masters	Contessa Coupla Weeks Wee Willie Winkie
On Sec	Sir Eve
Hash Cash	Gingernuts Grassroots
Hash Lips	Organ Grinder Stunned Mullet
Hash Hops	In The Raw
Trailmaster	Prickit
Hash Flash	Sonar
Hash Horn	Eveready
Hashet Managers	Viagra Next Week

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