Tonight's 956 Hash was at Petange Gare, which is, er, the Gare in Petange. Your hare was Naughty Nun. Petange can be translated as Fart City.
11 runners and 2 non-runners (one injured and one lazy) showed up. I was the injured one so I can't tell you much abvout the run, except that it was pissing rain the whole time, and the pack returned looking like entrants to a wet t-shirt contest. Most people had not brought wet weather gear, so looked very miserable.
Best down-down concerned Naughty Nurse who has devised a unique way of dealing with 80-year-old men's erections. On On to Naughty Nun's surprise feast, where sumptuous Luxembourgish delicacies and >2 kilos of vin rouge were served.
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