PHHH #1001.9
Date: Wednesday, Aug 4, 2004

Hare: Wipi (shoeless, even lost a sock on the set; this left him one 
sock). assisted by Hey YO Paully 

Weather: Sticky as a swamp on the hash 
Downpour ends apres with lightning and thunder 

Venue: Plainsboro to Cranbury via Creek emanating from Braindead Lake 

I'll spare you the detail: Check out Lucky P'ton Hash # 777 on the archives. 

The three hounds that ended (Safe Sweats, nameless 1 w/ glasses, and Cliff Diver) 
complained about the double cross over the soyfield - eventual trail off by at
least 40 degrees. 

At least two other hashers never made it to the end - Geezer bagged it, and Went 
Down 5X injured an ankle.  The last 25 yards of the set were the most well visible, 
set by HYP, leading to the apres fest, including Lotza Matza Crackers and Animal 
Crackers which were a real hit of the softball players' children (imagine taking 
food from strangers - especially those wearing one sock and a smelly white tank 
top turned dull grey by swamp detritus). 

Cliff Diver loved the River Horse. We took a lot of paint of Cranbury's softball 
benches and tables trying to open them! On Safe Sweat's car - a flyer left by 
visiting hound "Cliff Diver" from Rumson. This was an advertisement for Rumson's 
canoe hash Saturday the 14th of Aug. 

Safe Sweat didn't want the advertisement so he gave the soaking wet paper to HYP. 
The next morning, I discovered that Geezer turned it into a PHHH note by writing 
on it: 

"Bag Under Wipi's car". 

Hope you found the bag in the pouring rain pitch black after you pulled out Wipi.
HYP


What kind of bag was it??

You facts are a little twisted, "Went Down X5 (WDX5 -
sounds like a new secret weapon) was not injured. It
was "Penalty Box" that was injured, a trick knee cap,
it rotates 90~ about the knee joint when encountering
a wee pee false trail. Geezer used this knee injury as
an convenient excuse to drop out, not complete, wimp
out, of yet another hash. Pretty soon he'll run out of
excuses

The bean field double cross arrow complaint was filed,
with the hashing commission, by all three hares.

S.S.


Rarely have I read so many half-truths uttered by a fractional hare.  Five raindrops 
equals a downpour?  Forty degrees off course?  In the middle of a trackless soybean 
field, how the heck did the half-packed hounds (consisting of Safe Sweats, a Rumson 
emigre looking for Rojo, and Josh, yet another gormless PU student--consider the 
source) know they were on course?  Were they using Rambo's azimuth tables and a 
yardstick? Cliffdiver gets points for noting this was harder corps than last week's 
set; time would have been less than 1:45 with less than 50% attrition.

    Josh and I found the bag under my Hyundai beemer clone before shifting from Park, 
along with Geezer's "ticket"--hope he, PBxxx, WD5x got to the the crawling through 
mud under thornless shiggy before having to retrace their steps.

    Seen on the hash: Gracious and enthusiatic Cranbury lady a little beyond a certain 
age urging hounds to follow marks and trespass across her yard to Brainerd Lake--too 
bad she didn't meet Geezer.

    Wouipei


For the record:
my "azimuth tables" are called MAPS, and divining is performed with COMPASS not yardstick. 
First WeePee brushes off the 999.999th, then casts aspersions upon my routefinding. 
A pox on your petulance! An avalance of amertume most vituperative on your audacity!

Rambo
(back in Denmark)