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On December
9th 2006 a group of Hardy's Hashers went in fancy dress to 'support' our
Thespian Harriette 'Well Laid'. After fuelling at the Royal Portland
Arms we cheered and booed our way through an excellent show. This was
followed by more booze and pasties back at the pub and then a drunken
ride back on the bus to Weymouth singing hash songs.
Organgrinder
hears that BOF has been playing around and threatens to chop short his emoluments.
BOF
needs an Ace to get Pontoon.
BOF
shows off his big chopper.
The
Hardy's Hash Pantomime Away Team. We discover that Spread Legs has a
third eye which she covers with a patch.
'Snow White' has just
been awoken from a wonderful dream with a kiss... and
discovered it was from
MacBungle.
"...and
the Andromeda Galaxy is 2.1 million light years away..."
Mo
wishes she had drunk a lot more wine earlier to numb her hearing whilst
Wellie thinks that even BOF was never THIS boring!
Wellie
-"Darling! Come into my loving arms for a passionate
embrace!"
Gravelrash
"You really are Pissed!!!"
Gravelrash
celebrates throwing 180 at darts. "I'll have mashed potatoes with
my pastie and another flagon of wine!"
Gravelrash "So,
if Neptune is in conjunction with Venus, what's Virgo doing in
Uranus?"
Gravelrash
takes her very first sip of alcohol and decides that she has wasted her
life so far by being teetotal.
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Kid fondles Organgrinder's buttocks and drifts off into a sexual fantasy
world.
He awakes with a start
just as he was dreaming of fondling Organgrinder's boobs.
Gravelrash
is still in the pantomime mood even well after the event -
"Oh No I'm
Not!"
Gravelrash
shows the fist that Wellie will get when she gets him home - not the hour of passion in the Jacuzzi followed by a sensual massage with baby
oil that he was expecting.
Well Laid celebrates her
brilliant interpretation as Bert the Woodsman. The memory of those
leather-clad thighs will linger for ever.
BOF's
BORING BITS NUMBER 789
The Royal Portland
Arms, seen above in 1790, was a favourite pub for George III to bring
his wife for Sunday lunches in the late 1700s. They particularly enjoyed
eating Portland Mutton which the King declared to be "The Finest in
the World!" together with Portland Plum Dessert
Alas!
Well Laid broke someone's broomstick - any suggestions for who arrived
on this?