Note: Since Smegma
decided to run the circle in reverse this week, the notes will also be
presented in reverse to eliminate any confusion caused by the evenings
backwards series of events.
We
hope you gentlemen are having as much fun as we are.
On-On,
Pugak & Small Bone
Weeble’s FOYC,
On-Home Tour – Bangkok. Dates for
the Weeble ON HOME tour to Bangkok
are depart from HK Friday, 21/11/03 afternoon flight. Return to HK
Sunday, 23/11/03. Cost approx HK$2500 max depending on us getting enough
for a group tour. Fri pm leave required.
Names to ET ASAP to make a booking.
|
1535 |
02-Oct-03 |
Dogbite
|
Hong Kong Cricket
Club Again |
|
1536 |
09-Oct-03 |
Pugak
|
Discovery Bay |
|
1537 |
16-Oct-03 |
Dribble Dick
|
?? |
|
1538 |
23-Oct-03 |
Trolley Dolly
|
Kam Sheung Rd. West Rail |
|
1539 |
30-Oct-03 |
Mullet / Spiderman
|
It’s a Secret! (Spidey’s Flat?) |
|
1540 |
06-Nov-03 |
Caligula
|
?? |
|
1541 |
13-Nov-03 |
Mr. Whippy
|
?? |
|
1542 |
20-Nov-03 |
Squeak the Rat
|
Sai King A to B |
|
1543 |
27-Nov-03 |
Camel
|
Thanksgiving Day Feast |
|
1544 |
04-Dec-03 |
?? |
?? |
|
1545 |
11-Dec-03 |
Whippy / Mullet
|
?? |
|
1546 |
18-Dec-03 |
??
|
?? |
|
1547 |
25-Dec-03 |
??
|
?? |
|
1548 |
01-Jan-04 |
??
|
?? |
|
1549 |
08-Jan-04 |
??
|
?? |
|
1550 |
15-Jan-04 |
??
|
?? |
In an effort to appease ET, Smegma decided to run the circle in
reverse. This caused the HM to
suffer early signs of Alzheimer’s, thus joining ET, could be a new clique starting, don’t remember.
Smegma dons orange lettuce and proceeds.
Red Mullet – Amah degreased.
Jackoff – Loudmouth.
Bouncy Tits – Been to Greece. Been to grease what. – Ed.)
ET – Whining bastard.
Fat Man Wanks – Clock watching in case child appears.
Coco – Threatening to leave early.
ET – Hash idiot.
Saddle Sniffer – Getting his pencil out too early.
Saddle mounts.
Smegma – Locked out again.
Ice Dancer – Spanking in wardrobe & wanking in shower (nothing new
there then Ed.)
U Watt? – Helping the community by becoming a librarian.
Ice tries a computer dating service…
“Okay Mr.Currie, I’ve fed your
personal profile
into the computer
and your ideal partner
should look something like…”
Smegma dazzles his orange thing again.
Jackoff - Still shagging Jockey Club horses.
U Watt? – Burns hole in face, misdirects cigar.
Coco – Couldn’t face Agnes,
pack suggests turning her over. (Good
call Whippy! – Ed.)
U’Cant – Coals to Newcastle (JO
wonders why they don’t have coal in Newcastle ED.)
Mr.Whippy – Ears bigger than his cock.
Ice Dancer – Kerb crawling, picks men up on the run.
Pope – Succumbs to Ice Dancers temptation (also Smegma and Emma Royds).
Pope achieves new heights.
Emma Royds – Insane gratitude for being picked up by Ice.
Dogbite – Does it all on the hill and has nothing to finish with.
Rearender – Laughs at people on the wrong side of the fence (wrong).
FMW – Dustin Hoffman look a like, prefers to run alone.
Squeak – No hash gear (never ending down down).
Small bone,
Smegma, Saddle – Sneaky little
scribblers.
Small bone stands erect.
Dogbite – Falsely accepts children’s applause in playground.
ET – Smegma has to take pay cut to fund aged ones pension.
Smegma’s orange thing appears again
Small bone – contribution not big enough (should possibly join Ice in wardrobe - Ed.)
ET – Lord Haw Haw impersonation.
Whippy – Believes it really was Lord Haw Haw.
Dribble Dick – Brings shirts from Thailand but refuses to carry them
across HK.
Saddle – Bored, rests arms on belly.
Mullet – Becomes greased again.
BT – Awarded Dick of the Week, wife supports him (where’s the
problem? - Ed.)
Ice Dancer – Heinious crime, not enough beer.
Whippy – Correction, Heinious spelt Heinous (clever little fucker
isn’t he? Not. - Ed.)
BT – Loses award in seconds.
Ice Dancer – Beer miser.
Squeak – Awarded new BT shirt.
ET – Talking to nobody in particular.
Spiderman – Next weeks run, no idea.
Dogbite – Next weeks run, Cricket Club – MCC, Oval, Headingly? You
guess.
ET – Forgot the meaning of Alzheimer’s.
Ice Dancer – Where’s the fucking beer?
Mullet – elected and greased as Amah.
Thus ends another rambling circle
punctuated by intelligent guffaws ably supplied by that Tit and Raccoon heir: ET.
So on that note, On-Back to:
A girl walks into a supermarket and buys the following:
1 bar of soap
1 toothbrush
1 tube of toothpaste
1 loaf of bread
1 pint of milk
1 apple
1 banana
1 orange
1 peach
1 plum
1 tomato
1 head of lettuce
1 cabbage
1 potato
1 frozen turkey dinner
1 medium frozen cheese pizza
The checkout guy looks at her, smiles and says:
“Single huh?”
The girl smiles sheepishly and replies:
“How did you guess?”
He says:
“Cause you’re ugly.”
Prior to beginning the run, Spiderman took a look at the VERY tall hills nearby and ominously predicted that we would soon be looking down from on top of them. More on that later. After a brief discussion about the run length, markings, etc., Ice Dancer directed us to the left, along the coast, and we were on-on. Jackoff, Spidey and Red Mullet sprinted to the front of the pack for the looong slog around the coast. A quick left had us headed upward on a trail, which got steeper, and steeper, and steeper. A check at the top had us gasping and milling about briefly, before trail was discovered heading right, away from home. A brief stint on the road going up finally found us at the top, just as our friendly arachnid had predicted. Perhaps he has E.S.P…. When questioned, his wife, Snapperhead confirmed that he does, in fact have E.S.P., but she explained it as an Erect, Spider-like P….. (and then I stopped listening before she could tell me what the “P” stood for – Ed.). Anyway, back to the run. Quote from Ice
Dancer overheard recently in the Groovy Mule:
“You know that look women get when they want sex? Me neither.”
A clockwise loop around the top of the hill, near a prison and we finally began the looong sprint down. Thinking we were on the home stretch proved to be false as we wound around such convoluted, twisting trails that it must’ve taken Ice weeks to recce this run. One interesting bit had us running an overpass into a housing complex, followed by a winding loop down what must have been 15 flights of stairs. Finally hitting the street we again thought we were on-home. But no! That crafty bastard Ice obviously took great enjoyment in taking us up and off trail, only to bring us back down again approximately 100 yards further down the road from where we had left. He managed this clever little trick several times during the run. The culmination of which was when he met Red Mullet, Dogbite & Smallbone in his car and directed us on a loop encompassing an extra half-mile of trail when the finish turned out to be straight ahead. The worst part was, we actually fell for it. That little weasel the Pope, and his lackey, Emmaroyd coerced Ice into giving them a ride in his car, thereby shortcutting the last mile or so of the run. Bastards! So it was finally back to the coast for a finish at just over 1 hour. A fine length for a run given the evening’s perfect conditions. Fat Man Wanks, who had started late came trotting in with Rearender (no, not that one, this one’s a guy – Ed.) coming in dead last as usual. The only downside was that Ice Dancer, being the cheap c*nt that he is bought VERY little San Mig, and the resident non-running hash sponges – Moosef*cker and Bouncy Tits had stayed behind and sucked it all down. It was generally agreed that Ice had done a fine job and the run was enjoyed by all in attendance, except ET, who was complaining about the length of his neck as usual. On-Back to:
20 down, 32 to go… Well-done Pope, with the weather! It was a relatively cool evening for the first time in recent memory. A beautiful night for a well-laid trail under the stars with a few good mates. Of course, it didn’t exactly turn out like that and as far as the “Mates” go, well, you know what I mean. Actually, I’m kidding. Ice Dancer really did lay a good trail. (Obviously using his car for the better part of it – Ed.) But I’m getting ahead of myself.About twenty of us fools turned up for this inaugural Ice Dancer run, since his recent return from The Land of the Four Floors. Not wishing to interrupt his delicately balanced training regimen, Moosef*cker appeared, consumed the bulk of the San Mig, which Ice had purchased, and then buggered off. I think Ice bought about 12 bottles because I never saw one. Of course we all know how frugal Ice Dancer is… (Note: Frugal = f*cking cheap – Ed.) Bouncy Tits also decided he was too exhausted from another grueling day sunbathing at Shek-O beach. He was all too happy to keep Moose company by the bucket while the rest of us ran walked what was possibly the steepest section of trail I’ve been on in Hong Kong.
A shot of Ice Dancer applying sunscreen to his last girlfriend!
OOPS!
RUN 1534, 25 September 2003
Location: Heng Fa Chuen
Hare: Ice Dancer
Don’t forget!
Weeble’s
FOYC, On-Home Tour – Bangkok. Dates for the Weeble ON HOME tour to Bangkok are depart
from HK Friday, 21/11/03 afternoon flight. Return to HK Sunday,
23/11/03. Cost approx HK$2500 max depending on us getting enough for a
group tour. Fri pm leave required.
Names
to ET ASAP to make a booking.