All the lies fit to print
Well this report is bound to be a bit disjointed as it is hard to recall any events that occurred on the run or after. Not sure why I am having such a hard time remembering things, but it could be a sign of old age. The only thing I am sure is that it is not the 9 shots of Tequila during the Latin night that had something to do with this cloudy vision. Let's start with the run:
The hare Paul set yet another run, however it did seem a little Deja-Vu ish. I think that term came from Joseph Heller in a book called Catch 23 or so, or was that 22; never been good with numbers..... Being new to Damascus, I can only tell you it was near the trashy entertaining establishments on the ring road that circles Damascus. We went in by these establishments and made a left turn and that road goes up; never could figure out where it goes other than to our hash site. We need to thank the local authorities for their consideration of their local Hash group. Maybe we should tell them a couple of more location to put tarmac for good hashing. Paul had set a run in the normal direction:
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down
Well after a bit of B and E and some use of muscle (the gym worked); the beer was released and the ladies were impressed.
Circle:/?? A couple of virgins were called into the circle and they lost their virginity, but not alone; for the second time in their life. Not to much else. The hashers went home and some were off to the shell club for continued antics.
By the way, if anyone has any ability to write they would be welcome to get this thing off my *** to produce a lovely piece of laboriticallly inclined reading for the enjoyment of others.
Yours truly
Square Root
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