You’ll just have to wait another year
Tonight’s run was mooted as the 20th Anniversary version of the Jack Trapper/Bunny the Ripper extravaganza. Unfortunately JTR opted for a week under medical supervision (Simmo said rusty pacemaker from spending too much time in the deep blue sea) so in fact we had V19.50, or, with Superglue stepping up to the plate to co-hare, in reality it became the Super Bunny Run V1.00.
I’m assuming that Superglue set this real estate stroll as we all know that Bunny Trapper wouldn’t walk to the corner. The trail was a big Loop’o’Longueville with a touch of bush for variety. By using their superior hashing skills the SCB’s were able keep just inside of the loop trail to arrive at the Bucket just ahead of the runners and the walkers – The Arbitrator just walked from the bus stop.
The last time we came to the Diddy, Centrepoint and Jungle Jim’s local, we were served Indian but tonight it was to be pasta. As an aside I noted that the “locals” received privileged parking. And what a feed of pasta it was – 3 different brews with lashings of fillings in the sauces – rabbit food as well if you were so inclined. The word on the grape vine was that S Bends was too embarrassed to partake. Krudd was busy ferrying the trays of food from the kitchen to the serving table and El Presidente` was offering table service, and there was a great range of beers and wine to top it all off.
Your Choice was already on his feet (see previous) so called order. Downs tonight were short and sweet – the Hares and to Grape Ape for services to King and Cuntry.
With ace joke-teller Pee Dub AWOL tonight, the back –up crew were called upon. Wee Willy with one about cabbies and hookers or was that hookers and cabbies. S Bends pleaded to be allowed to tell a short tale but it soon descended into long-winded territory and was both healthy and moralistic. Tic Toc finished off with rabbits, big tits and appliances – Super Bunny in a fridge. Then Kitty Litter jumped to his feet to promote the Harriettes 2000th but was drowned out for being a week too early.
So we waited for dessert. All of a sudden the “deserter members” streamed back in the front door as the Sticky Date pud and a ice cream was served up. It has to be one of the better restaurant meals we’ve had especially since most went home with seconds of both main and dessert.
On On
Bigamist