PHHH #1058.9

Date: September 11, 2005

Place: Older Montgomery High School

Weather: Arid

Time: 75 minutes

Hare: Rambo

Hounds: Hand Solo, Hey YO! Paully, Ouipei, Delicate Psyche, Count von Count, Homoerotic Tick 
        Checking, Pizza Flesh, Sjorn Dork née Bjorn.

Virgins: Kunigunde Cherenack, Phillipe Stamenkovic



Caught and released en route: two frogs the size of quarters and a five-legged praying mantis

Descriptions, Polemics and Lies

"When did you have your first orgo?"

And with that not-so-innocent witticism, her expression changed, her reply curt, and the 
prospect of encouraging her return was made that much more difficult. Hey, you're 20+, single 
white female, invited to ramble through unknown countryside with a group of older men, who all 
know each other far better than any of them knows you. No, there's no pool hall in sight, but 
neither is there another female with whom to compare notes, much less anything or anyone else 
in sight to rely on if something arises.

And so an on-in of previously pleasant banter, down-downs, water sports, Geezer-bashing, and 
free of uncomfortable innuendo came to an abrupt end, concluding a hash that suggested Rambo
--the Czar from Afar, Swain of Pain, Bile of the Nile--just might be evidencing a learning 
curve in setting. No need to reach back to the legendary Hard Korps of another millenium, we 
only need remember the time he left Llloda to face the Pashtun dogs alone in Hopewell to be 
thankful that this time we traipsed south through schoolyards, forest glades, and tick- and 
farmer-free fields, narrowly missing the Graveyard o'th'Shaky People to track an extended 
streambed past the Grand Canyon of New Jersey before setting upon a whole six pack of Bass 
and a jar of MILD salsa. 

Rambo's white-bread solicitousness for the delicacy of PHHH tastebuds sometimes boggles the 
mind, but we are, to our surprise and wonderment, becoming increasingly grateful that he 
drives that homemade Jeep at a gallon a mile all the way from Ch-harlots-ville to lay a 
passable trail.  No doubt Safe Sweats will compensate with some demented 3-hour exercise in 
ennui and reward finishers with fermented habanero seedpaste on his next set, which 
thankfully happens after Ouipea's Mama appears this Sunday to claim her second First to Keg 
and make the Hash List.  Delicate Psyche, go easy on her slow but clever 75-yo frame, or 
she'll pull a can of whupass on you so fast you'll be gumming gummy bears for a month.