PHHH #1041.9

Date: Sunday, May 22, 2005

Place: Plainboro area - Serina Drive to the Scotts Corner Park where a rolling rock pony and 
a bag of wasabi peas were rumored to have disappeared.

Weather: overcast

Time: ~75 minutes

Hare: Wipi and DP

Hounds: Safety Tits, Hey YO Paully, Brain Injury Volunteer, Nuttin’ Stuck, 
        Rob Berger (a virgin friend of Tits), Jen Yip (PHHH first-timer, but 
        we think she has a hash name that she’s not telling)

Polemics, Descriptions, and Lies: Up to yer eyebrows in shiggy

A fine day for a shitty hash, I thought to myself when I awoke this morning. 

So I call my pal Wipi to wake the sorry sucker from his dreamy dozings, and demand a full 
breakfast and a hash to set.  I got both.

At 87 Prospect, Nuttin’ Stuck was in his car waiting, and smiled as we drove up.  The other 
wankers listed above arrived in short order, and the debacle began.  At the start, the hounds 
dispersed like dandelion seeds to sow the seeds of discontent about the land.  After gathering 
the gusto to jump into the track-side ditch (up to their eyebrows), the hounds finally found 
their direction.  Minus Nuttin’ Stuck, the survivors slogged thru mud and muck for an awe 
inspiring glimpse of Safety Tits’ father.  The nuclear football some have called it, but 
HYPaully likened it to one of his wife, Juicy’s B-cups.  

Privately owned, the facility has gone into disrepair, with seemingly important and high tech 
reactor chambers just lying out in the grass to rust away.  After a showdown with a green 
leopard frog, the hashers found yet more mud and muck and a pointless circle around the park 
to the ONIN.

At the ONIN, we learned that Wipi does not like corn and beans in his salsa, and that Rob will 
be moving to western NY to hash with the Ithaca crew who Ice Blue Balls has such fond memories 
of.  Safety Tits is going to grad school (even though Jen and I recalled what a drag the whole 
grad school ordeal is) and will represent at the Boston hash while studying Group Theory at 
Brandeis.  TITS:  could you please remind me of the title of your thesis? 

Something about how conjugal visits relate to number theory?  Brain Injury Volunteer is 
looking to get pregnant, as she is done with her BS and has 9 months before starting her 
college teaching assistant job in Argentina next year.  And Jen is freshly back from Mongolia.  
I thought I smelled a yak!

After downdown’s we squeezed 7 into the Wipi-mobile and back to the start,

where:

Nuttin’ Stuck was in his car waiting, and smiled as we drove up.

Next week is reunions!  Wacko is setting, and the start will be 87 Prospect on Sunday at NOON, 
NOON, NOON!  Here is his note as a reminder of the plans:

I’m holding a Stevenson Hall mini-reunion starting at 10am in back of 91 Prospect (or in front 
of the computer center at 87 Prospect, however you want to describe the parking lot).  At Noon 
I will set out avec flour to set a hash trail for all who wish to participate.  I promise an 
easy jaunt ending within a half a mile of 87 Prospect so loved ones can either join in or 
await their hashing family members who should return about an hour hence to 87 Prosepct, a 
little hungrier, thirstier and bloodier than they left.

ON-ON!