PHHH #1071.9

When: Sunday Dec 11, 2005

Where: Start on the canal towpath at Province Line Road for a promised tour of the Big Box 
stores packed with frenzied non-specific holiday season shoppers 

Weather:  I'm Dreaming of a White Hash

Why: when you've been doing it this long you forget why but you do it anyway


Who: hared by ooooupi; 
hounded by HYP, CVC, Solo, Ksilent Knight, Sjorn Dork, Charles Snelling (Needsaname), DP

What: A dark night in a city that knows how to keep its secrets. On the 13th floor of the 
Acme Building one man is trying to find the answers to life's persisent questions - Guy 
Noir, private eye.  GN was not on the hash but we will to solve this mystery without him. 
Stay tuned for a series of untelligible  emails giving the blow by blow events of the day 

Good day and good luck . . .
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Sent from my BlackBerry Wireless Handheld

Pack disappear into frozen tundra, shoould I follow?

No. Follow HYp on canl path S

HYP + HS circuimnaving where is the pack?   RU?

Brearley house. No sign of intelligent life. 

RU?

HYP hits Princreton puke. No m]rks. Head north. 

There goes the hare heading S, gives us the finger

Turn L into the Ecoterist centre

Add DP to the hound list

Lectric fence. Head W avoid hunter stand. Hounds milling in confusion

Pack together again reaching 206

Wait!  It' snot 206. Farkler rd. Wherre's 42?  Go East


42 it is!  ON-IN

Every one here but HYP. Good riddance.

Words said at the ONIn:
Polyterydacylate
Hard plastic
Brewing for dummies
Alcohol
Helmet Camera
Rob de Castella
Aussie bastard
Comely
Jan 1 set?
Fuzzy dice


HYP finally staggers in, and falls on the Rolling Rock

More words:
Florence Alabama
Silent P

That's all she wrote