2025-06-08 21:06:17

Rerun # 2126, Date; 8th of June 2025, Venue; Præstevejen 4, Hörning DK, Hare; Soaked Arse. Rerun writer; Shakey Pussy. Runners: Apple Jack, Hitman, Kermit, LateCommer, Massive Attack, Mother Goose, S. Pussy, Sweaty Balls, Wet Tits, Monkey Man & Salmonella (Hannover). The run starfted promptly at 4.02 am, eagerly awaited by mostly sober and highly focused hashers - and then all the others joined in, too. Yard after yard south along the driveway the run went, until a sudden and abrupt turn to the right. What followed was the wettest grass in all of mankinds history, instantly turning everybodys feet into semi-goldfisk, gasping for air. Some poetic license license is to be expected at this early in the morning.

A quick right-left onto the lawn and we were suddenly onto a golden path - directly into a clever trap. Fishhook all over the place and some of the victims was Salmonella, MadHatter and Sweaty Balls. After a long 50 yards we reached shelter/combi DrinkStop. Many clever words was exchanged - and MonkeyMan blossomed into an almost beautyful selfpossed songbird, and entertained us with lyrical tales of genetalia, gone bump in the night. Not an eye were dry, nor knickers, nor socks. Soaked Arse returned the favour with the classic "Dead Whore" song, and the crowds mood turned almost melancholic. Alcoholic for curtain. Much later we ran past the homeless shelter frequently mentioned in cautionary tales for children. See earlier in this ReRun. Now for the long strech. For 40 long seconds we wandered this way, tne for 40 long seconds we wandered that way. Finally ON HOME and Happy Circle (pending TradeMark) mostly followed and the was much rejoicing and frequelt dancing.

End of story... EXCEPT:

Alas, no so much of a glint of the first snatches of golden Whitsun sunlight was seen. The sun cracked, but most certainly didn't pop throug the grey and overcast grey sky.

The're was only one thing to do. We did the run again, everybody repeating their misktakes from before (even mistaking the ON HOME for a FishHook), and a single Sweaty Ball saw the error of his way in trying to crawl to bed in the shelter during drinkstop # 2. Oh, to be young and foolish. And flatfooted. Schocking, most schocking. The 2nd Circle of Happiness concluded succesfully, and a new dawn was secured and we're all, mostly, guaranteed a glorious year, until we decide to do this thing all over again. Circle and ReRun by yours lovely Pussy