Run 1413 - Hash Bash - Royal Suites Bugolobi

Run 1413 – Hash Bash – Royal Suites Bugolobi
Hare: Al’s Bar
Date; Saturday 27th November 2010
The Run;-
The Run begun from the swanky or is it Swampy Suites (it seemed to me like a lot of land reclamation too place expanding the place from like one quarter acre to Foot ball fields of space right in the middle of the City) but that too is a story for another day.
From the venue, a check back brought us to our senses then up we went to run along Binayomba Road, till that place as you approach the Bugolobi Flats, then down into some kind of Katanga-like place behind the flats of Bugolobi to reach the check point numero uno at that place where there is still a football field waiting to be reclaimed by some developer soon. Anyway, this place overlooks the Bugolobi flats. We had a song from Dayo, using some chick (I do hope it’s not sexiest to use that word Hackenbush) as illustration. I think it was that song, ‘ if she were a single and she was to marry, she would marry a mechanic more than any other, for he would screw and she would screw, they would screw together, right I the middle of ………………… screwing one another. (Oh dear, I beg for forgiveness)
Then round we went round about there-there (as Mpuuta like to call it) till we got to some Washing bay along the Bugolobi – Kitintale Road. Then with we climbed that road that leadeth ( a little chakespeare in me)( or is it shakespear) to the MTN switch, where by the mercy of his most gracious, most merciful I once entered and saw ‘network’ live with my very own two eyes. Just before the MTN switch, we went down to reach the Bugolobi market, through the market and climb that Hill that has got a church and half way through the Hill we took a left turn and a gentler climb and an equally gentle decent past what looked to me like some kind of educational institution, to the second check point.
At the second check point, we got another song from Dayo, this one about body parts movements, then a basic on in took us right back to the Suites. My estimate is about 4 – 6 K.
We are glad to have received some green T-shirts, prior to the run.
The Circle
The fruits were generous by all proportions. The circle was held, the number of participants in the run were about 50 or so. Not too bad for a Saturday run. (I am trying to sound as unaffected as possible)

We had Afirfart as a returnee. Who claimed that she had been on tour working, when the more informed of us know that she had been busy making babies.
Sinners included Afrifart, Perry mason, Loketo, Saddam, Galloping Major and Kandahar and a few newer Hashers.
Chatter box went to Solar Erection after she won a close encounter with Porn Master
Hash Shit or should we call it Bash Shit went out to Toilet Kiss after Arrow gal rejected her nomination and instead nominated the one who nominated her Solar Erection because there was no magazine this Hash year.
The rest, as they say is mere wolokoso.
After the circle, it was a break for one hour to freshen up then the real fun started. But the full details of the fun, what went so dead wrong, what went so right, who fought with who, who wanted to telephone whose wife that the husband at the Hash kisses so many wankerettes excluding her and that she too wanted to be one of them, How some idiot closed down the entire Hash bash so prematurely, being ordered to sing national anthems, being ordered to stand up, being forced to switch off television and the like, who sleeps with who after just buying her one beer, erections that took place and the drama of the electoral process, how many moonberg lager were drank, who won what award, and basically that sort of thing, the full details are going to be brung to you after the people from WIKILEAKS have approved them. On on
By the way we know exactly how each one of you voted, each ballot paper was corresponding to the number that registered with, and we matched the numbers and now know the details so we are going to concentrate the Hash Shits of this year to those one on the NO side. Actually I plan to ask Hajji Aziz kaPisser to publish the details of this list. It might be interesting.
Anyway, anyway, anyway, Nsanyuse.

Katanga BBI

By the way, here is a joke for you, I got it from Hash Master Party Boy, it was meant for that Magazine that did not come out this year. On On

Making a baby. This is hilarious!

The Smiths were unable to conceive children and decided to use a surrogate father to start their family. On the day the proxy father was to arrive, Mr. Smith kissed his wife goodbye and said, 'Well, I'm off now. The man should be here soon.'

Half an hour later, just by chance, a door-to-door baby photographer happened to ring the doorbell, hoping to make a sale. 'Good morning, Ma'am', he said, 'I've come to...'

'Oh, no need to explain,' Mrs. Smith cut in, embarrassed, 'I've been expecting you.'

'Have you really?' said the photographer. 'Well, that's good. Did you know babies are my specialty?'

'Well that's what my husband and I had hoped. Please come in and have a seat'.

After a moment she asked, blushing, 'Well, where do we start?'

'Leave everything to me. I usually try two in the bathtub, one on the couch, and perhaps a couple on the bed. And sometimes the living room floor is fun. You can really spread out there.'

'Bathtub, living room floor? No wonder it didn't work out for Harry and me!'

'Well, Ma'am, none of us can guarantee a good one every time. But if we try several different positions and I shoot from six or seven angles, I'm sure you'll be pleased with the results.'

'My, that's a lot!', gasped Mrs. Smith.

'Ma'am, in my line of work a man has to take his time. I'd love to be In and out in five minutes, but I'm sure you'd be disappointed with that.'

'Don't I know it,' said Mrs. Smith quietly.

The photographer opened his briefcase and pulled out a portfolio of his baby pictures. 'This was done on the top of a bus,' he said.

'Oh, my word!' Mrs. Smith exclaimed, grasping at her throat.

'And these twins turned out exceptionally well - when you consider their mother was so difficult to work with.'

'She was difficult?' asked Mrs. Smith.

'Yes, I'm afraid so. I finally had to take her to the park to get the job done right. People were crowding around four and five deep to get a good look'

'Four and five deep?' said Mrs. Smith, her eyes wide with amazement.

'Yes', the photographer replied. 'And for more than three hours, too. The mother was constantly squealing and yelling - I could hardly concentrate, and when darkness approached I had to rush my shots. Finally, when the squirrels began nibbling on my equipment, I just had to pack it all in.'

Mrs. Smith leaned forward. 'Do you mean they actually chewed on your, uh...equipment?'

'It's true, Ma'am, yes.. Well, if you're ready, I'll set-up my tripod and we can get to work right away.'

'Tripod?'

'Oh yes, Ma'am. I need to use a tripod to rest my Canon on. It's much too big to be held in the hand very long.'
Mrs. Smith fainted