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Sky Blue dots to match the new shirts, we're getting trendy, but Clousseau proving how clueless he is confused them with the blue sky and sea. The Coach dragged us through soft sand up and down rocks and hills and over tarmac raods past hares all for the sake of spectacular views not a single new hasher joined to see. The returnees got soaked for their efforts.
Poor Show from the VC, moving house is a weak excuse. For a Hash Master, inexcusable, Hope the spy is watching.
On On.