The End of Darwin’s Dominance, or was it Naval Gazing?
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Darwin had been completely snookered when Goon Show and Jungle set a run, a few weeks ago, at his beloved Clovelly Bowling Club, and in the Pres’s absence, what’s more.
So, it was with trepidation that I arrived at the scene of a previous On-On fuck-up. This time El Presidente Darwin Don had, with much chagrin, teamed up with the Senior Service (Molly) to set the penultimate run of the “best Committee you had this year”.
The theme was, a night of tits plus, and misogynists minus. The last trail the hare had previously set here was a marathon for the runners. This night was no different at 9.5kms long, but Kitty Litter loved it – even tried to persuade the On-Sec to make it run of the year. The electric toilet brush, Grape Ape, thought Molly should have been strung up for setting too many on-backs.
Truth be known it was those on-backs which allowed our “fast walking fuzz” to keep up with the front runners. (as should be the case on a well set trail)
The walkers TM had everyone home on the hour. The runners came in at about 90mins whilst TM Salt Peter only managed to get back in time for a Committee meeting on Tuesday nite.
The hares’ had provided dim-sims at the Bucket which caused a diplomatic issue for Little Shit; something about Sino-Japanese relations. It was a nice touch, cheap and easy to do.
On in to the Diner for a pleasant surprise. Turns out Asians can run an Italian eatery better than the Poms can. Food, albeit pizza’s, were plentiful, and pretty quick – Little Shit’s diplomatic problems obviously don’t extend to Italians as he was seen to secret himself away from the crowd and scoff more than his fair share.
During the speeches Darwin was forced to defend himself from some public interlopers who claimed that their son was the 7th fastest 1500m runner in the world. Of course our President is the fastest over 1500m (at 90 years of age no less)
Wrappa had his bought his son-in-law along as a guest – he had moved away from the Home of Wrap to the eastern suburbs so was on home turf. They both enjoyed a Down-Down
Pee Dub’s jokes don’t get any better even with Tartan’s reading specs and any other bits of frivolity seemed not to appear.
This is the end from the “Best Committee you had all year”
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