PHHH #1060.9 Date: Sunday, September 25, 2005 Place: Lost Trail Road to Lawrenceville Community Gardens Weather: Nearly equinoctial Time: 1 hour, with smoothie break Hare: Hey YO! Paully Hounds: Geezer, Hand Solo, Sjrn Dork, Delicate Psyche, Count von Count, Pyroman, Speed Bumps, Little Blue Butt, Homoerotic Tick Checking, Weepy, Carolyn Brennan (second hash and not quite named I Get a Tick Out of You), Silent Knight Descriptions, Polemics, and Lies Slowly, ever so slowly, he's learning and the Princeton Hash is the beneficiary of a kindler, gentler, duller, more suburban Hey YO! Paully. This reprise of the Solstice debacle (www.princetonol.com/groups/phhh/archive/1046.9.txt) featured marks, quite a few marks actually, in three colors, near the start; some on extended pavement to keep us from twisting our ankles; big clear F's for all but the high-speed wanking FRBs who thought the F's were municipal stencils; a thoughtfully laid "Shhh" in case a farmer found us molesting his concupiscent soybeans; an endless loop of life that Geezer saw through and the Mill Hill Family Pyroman never saw; and a straightaway along a corn field longer than the Bonneville Salt Flats. Yes, he's come a few miles from the painfully dull straightaways on pavement (www.princetonol.com/groups/phhh/archive/651.4.txt) and the 3-hour virtual hardcorps that characterized his virgin sets, and the lewd if half-minded half witticisms (See www.princetonol.com/groups/phhh/archive/654.4.txt). Why Carolyn even appeared a second time, attired in coach-approved Teflon shiggy pants, and everyone enjoyed the on-in comprised of left-overs from the legendary cupboards of 18 Stonerise Court. The biggest surprise of the day was not that Delicate Psyche, Count von Count, and Sjrn Dork decided to ignore Geezer and Wepi's cries—for 9 times in 10 that will save stitches and time—and follow the trail around the saucy soybeans, but that the On-In was just that and not another smoothie check before we continued for another 45 minutes. Almost as surprising were the pretzels masquerading as Gold Fish in the supersized Pepperidge Farms box. Of interest were the grilled snake-on-a-stick satays, which most agreed tasted just like chicken; the beer in a really big can, and another bottle of Bubble Boy's Pedialite, which HYP obviously confused with the Pedialite the pack could expect him to supply: see www.drinksmixer. com/drink7876.html. Still, if any of us had been an ELBW (www.medscape.com/viewarticle/481611), this neonatal crow piss could have come in handy. Still, the hash was not without controversy, or real shiggy. Just as drivers headed uphill to retrieve their cars, the Lawrenceville Ladies Auxiliary for the Classic Dance (quick, what's the reference?) appeared, appalled at the condition of the Mlodzinski garden plot: "This affects property values all over town. Clean this up immediately." Fortunately Weepee took Carolyn and Silent Knight away from this scene of social discord, and by claiming to know how to find his Hyundai by heading off trail, bled the youngsters through more Grade 4 shiggy than they'd enjoyed in two weeks.