Pot Luck Potter

About fifteen of us turned up on Sunday to submit to the fickle hand of fate at Ironbark Gully. It soon became apparent that a natural leader had emerged, and it was, in fact, the fickle hand of Le W*nk that was guiding us.  He announced that there were no real  runners this week since Payback had a bad case of man flu and Shockjock had sprained his pinky. Shockjock arrived moments later on a bicycle.

We set off on a classic Ironbark walk - up and then down again, with a hold check near the top to watch Shockjock do some Evel Knievel stunts on his soft tail.

Pot luck once again provided a multicultural feast including Pear pecan and blue cheese salad, Pastizzi, Fried rice, Profiteroles, Nachos, Ice blocks and a fruit plate.

Special thanks to Cashconverta and Payback who rose from their sick beds to bring us the bucket and a yummy food contribution.

A hushed silence accompanied the formal  award ceremony of this year's "Tight Jocks Award"  with Banger taking title of the gorgeous stand-in garment.




















Make an Offer was heard to mutter something along the lines of she hadn't been so aroused/embarassed/inspired (delete as applicable) since she saw Banger in a blonde wig at Christmas in July. Which brought on a blonde joke..

A blonde walks into a library and says to the librarian, "Can I have a burger and fries?"

"Sorry, this is a library."

So the blonde whispers, "Oh, sorry. May I have a burger and fries?"

And here's another from the archives.

A blonde was really tired of being made fun of, so she decided to have her hair dyed so she would look like a brunette. When she had brown hair, she decided to take a drive in the country.

After she had been driving for a while, she saw a farmer and a flock of sheep and thought,


"Oh! Those sheep are so adorable!"

She got out and walked over to the farmer and said,

"If I can guess how many sheep you have, can I take one home?"

The farmer, being a bit of a gambler himself, said she could have a try.

The blonde looked at the flock and guessed, "157."

The farmer was amazed - she was right! So the blonde, (who looked like a brunette), picked one out and got back into her car.

Before she left, farmer walked up to her and said.

"If I can guess the real color of your hair, can I have my dog back?"

In other news we heard this week that Kermit is back from working on a project in the Solomon Islands. Welcome back Kermit!


Next run details
When: Sunday 15th September, 4 pm
Where: Le W*nk's Mitchelton manor house
Hare: Le W*nk

(If you need directions to this run, please email or call us)

On, on! 

Father (Carb) Lode

A select group of eight gathered on Sunday to celebrate Father's Day. Toss'O'Coin took us on a very pleasant amble around the new Samford parklands walking path.  Pot Luck served up a delicious array of ....pastries. Including the legendary hash favourite bacon and egg pie - thanks Souffle.

The healthy theme continued with a variety of chocolate to round off the meal. Not a super-food or anti-oxidant in sight. The Hash Horrors were happy...

We then moved on to the serious business of the Tight Jocks award. All three fathers present (Charcoal, Payback and EweShaggr) claimed to be past recipients. There followed a trip down memory lane..

• 

  Family Jewels

  2010
• 

  Quite a package

  2009
• 

  PayBack has it all up front

  2012
• 

  Big er.. shoes to fill

  2011
• 

  Oops, How did that one get in?

Whilst the Tight Jocks Jury were deep in deliberations, it emerged that the unthinkable had happened. Having not been washed for almost a decade the Tight Jocks had finally got up and walked off unaided. This had left Payback, the most recent recipient, faced with the task of finding a replacement at short notice.

We each caught our breath and took a moment to assess this new garment. It can only be described as a pair of "Loose Jocks" which appear to have a lusty foregrowth of festive green mould.  Payback claims that he has never worn them, and is unable to explain the array of skidmarks in evidence.

This year's winner has been decided, and the result is being kept under lock and key to retain the necessary mystique until he is present to receive them in person.

In the meantime, don't forget to vote, keep the dad moments to a minimum, and see you next week..


Next run details
When: Sunday 8th September, 4 pm
Where: Ironbark Gully picnic area
Hares: M. Promptu will set the run; catering by Potluck (please bring something to share).
On, on!