PHHH #1047.9

Hounds:  Weepee, Hey Yo Paully, Justin (named tonight!), Deli-Cut Sikee,
         Safe Sweats, and Exitable Boy.

Hare - Sans Holo

Weather:  Dew Point and Beyond, calm, getting darker by the minute

Note:  The hole set was in Lawrence Township proper.
Except for the chicken wire that Weepee almost dies upon.
Loved the Blue Cross marks at Nortre Dame High - very Catholic.

Time:  2:25

Trail:  Vet Park where Wacko used to live to the pubic High School, 
over asphalt to some other road and set of woods to the Burlington 
Coat Factory lot (Texas Ave.).  Over the Shipetaukin Creek (via log 
or route 1 and side streets).

Exitable got lost and found how to get back to the Vet Park by asking 
the librarian for erections (which were supplied even though the 
librarian wanted to see his card).

On-On across the reek to the right over to P'ton Pike and across said 
anti-Muskelunge.  More trail more wood - it got dark Weepee got 
perturbed.  (Be glad you weren't there).

Trail went to the dark side of Eggerts Crossing and eventually to 
St. Ann's and a couple of doublecrossarrows led us to the On-In 
- only the hare tired of waiting for us and skidaddled back to the 
Park to find Exitable Boy.

The two proceeded to eat al the pizza and drink most the cold beer.
Hounds on trail were left to find their ways back to the cares for 
some semi-warm luke tepid beer and 80-degree (ie. room temp.) pizza.
A grate hash was had by awl.

Wacko's old house is now inhabited by gnomes.
Justin was renamed Soft Spoken (yes, another SS in our ranks).  
This was followed a klose second by modest mute but Weepee said we 
don't have an MM so we went with Silent Spoken instead.  It was sung 
too!

I am finishing a Sam Adam Summer Brew form my last weak set (I am 
good and buzzed).  Look out Juicy here I come!

ON-IN!
Shh - you'll wake up Zachary.
METS SUK!


=========== This from Wipi =======================================
A Gross and Outrageous lie, Paully!  Geezer, his name is Silent 
(K)night (may be pronounced "kih-nigget") at least until he learns 
to clear his throat.

On the other hand, no, you didn't want to be there when I nearly 
impaled myself 2 hours into the hash in a dark wood.

Weypeiy