PHHH #1032.9

Date: Sunday, March 20, 2005

Place: I think we started at Brearly House

Weather: pissing the rain

Time: all concept of place and time was lost on this hash

Hare: Hey YO!  Paully

Hounds: Ice Blue Balls, Sonuva bea-yatch, Louisiana Reptile Fancier, Geezer, Count von Count, 
Bjorn Dork, Homoerotic Tick Checking, Woueepi, Delicate Psyche, Hand Solo, Sarah Moore, and 
newbie: Claire (or was it Clarion?  Carrion?  or E-claire - the internet savy pastry maker?)

Polemics, Descriptions, and Lies:   Paully's Revenge

What could have been the shortest hash in recent history turned out to be otherwise.  
Especially for CvC.

After getting over the initial excitement of having more than a canine representative of the 
female gender along and seeing the Creole with a Carnal Craving for Crocodile Cookie for the 
first time in years, the group got off to a typical start.  Which is to say we were lost.  
Half the hounds were following month-old RED marks and Hand Solo was unexpectedly on WHITE 
true trail and leading the way.

Out to the tow path, where Mass and Utter Confusion (MUCk) reigned.  After going half a mile 
to the left to find 3 microdots and nothing more, the pack headed toward Trenton hoping for 
better fortunes.  The main source of the MUCk was a stray mark set off path.  After Geezer 
began halicinating, Bjorn Dork conjured up a vision of his own:  Since Paully must have set 
an invisible 3 dot Wachpress double-cross [editor's note:  yes, that's right, some not so 
intelligent hares have been using 3 dots to represent a symbol whose very name contradicts 
this artistic rendition], anyway, Dork's vision was to jump the fences to the freeway bridges, 
and fight briars and alligators looking for nonexistant marks past where an F had been placed 
clear as day.  Or some such nonsense.  Many of our best were lost on this pointless advance 
toward Trenton.  Hearts broken and dreams shattered, the esteemed Geezer, LRF, Sonuva 
bea-yatch, and Hand Solo headed back to their cars.

Needless to say, Sarah, CvC, and I did not follow the useless trek to Trenton.  Going back to 
the original check at the towpath, we found the Hare-pin pulled by the hare that doubled back 
into the swamp.  I waded out to huff some swamp gas while Sarah pleaded with Count (who was 
evidently upset at the sight of me huffing again) to come back for the rest of the hash.  
While this drama was unfolding, Dork, his virgin friend Eclaire, HTC, and Wipi came upon us 
from behind.

With the group back on trail, the ears of Ice Blue Balls perked up at the sound of ONON from 
afar.  She dragged Sonuva bea-yatch and Hand Solo back into the woods before they could get 
in their cars to quit the hunt.  Lucky for them because soon enuf, the ONIN was discovered and 
bloody deer sausage was consumed by all.

Hounds to make it to the ONIN were Bjorn Dork, E-claire, Sarah, Delicate PsiKey, HTC, Wipi, 
Hand Solo, Sonuva bea-yatch, and Ice Blue Balls.  

Homoerotic Tick Checking's long-bleeding legs found their female counterpart in E-claire.  
Sonuva bea-yatch found some tasty sausage wrappings which IBB will be coaxing from his rear 
with a hook in the next day or two.  Paully found the long lost hashers.  And Wipi found his 
groove while singing to the hare and the virgin.

I have too much time on my hands, don't I?  Or did anyone read this far?

If so, Sarah's on deck to set next week!  But who's in the hole?