Shit Happened
Run # 572 May 19, 1997
The Hare for 19th May 1997 was Bondo Jovi and an unnamed accomplice The run start, was and still is a mystery but it finished at Fogarty Memorial. The pack.....Bondo, Basket, Hopeless, Gobble Gobble, Oozing, Rusty and Little Neck.
Scribed on this momentus occasion by: Rusty
Shit Happened
The RIH3 mystery run on a dark and dull, potentially thunderous evening. The Hare, Bondo, had arranged for all to meet at his abode from whence transportation would be provided to the mystery start point. Unfortunately for me I got to the pick up point at 6:40 & they had left at 6:36 (bastards). On enquiring of Mrs.Jovi, she provided me with sufficient intel to locate the pack. So, swiftly dashing to Fogarty Mem. I found Bondo's van at the arse end of the lot. I ran around like a fucking headless chicken trying to find trail, to no avail. I later found out that I had found the end of the trail.
I ran to the highway and found those infamous RIH3 trailmarkers.......the powerline....a short distance later I saw the pack atop a rocky ledge singing and wanking like any good pack does. On attracting their attention I was showered with abuse, golden and not so golden. The shiggy was waste deep swiftly followed by ankle deep stuff that sucked my sneeker off as fast as a $100 bill going into a whores wallet. Basket told me to move faster as the beer was running out, sure enough when I looked up I saw the beer running out of Basket. Upon guidance from Bondo I moved to the other cliff face, this was a setup as he had just pissed where I had my hand!!!!
Little Neck started a song about Lepers and the pack joined in, we sang some more and fired Ice Cubes at Baskets forehead to try and remove the mosquito that was sucking his brains out. Bondo forced more beer on us and time came to pass as it usually does on a Monday night, so much so that it became time to run again.
The hare enlightened us as to the direction we should take and then he and Little Neck promptly fucked off t'other way. Basket remained at the front of the pack whilst Hopeless veered off to check out the bushes. Ooozing and Gobble Gobble headed towards Basket who by now resembled a dog haunched in a field, he whinned about the size of the available shrubbery and continued the run with his legs spread.
We finally hit the shiggy on an old train line and this led us to Bondo's van where the Little Necker was awaiting our arrival. A quick ride to chez Bondo saw the fun and frolicks continue. Bickering about the RA for the evening brought shouts of "Bring in the Snot", Basket, of course, took this literally!!! The Hashit went to OOOozing, the Hare was congratulated for setting such a pathetic run and Gobble almost swallowed with his hat on. Swing Low was a classic version which the Vienna Old Farts Choir would have been proud of. Cigars were lit and the conversation continued into the night.