PHHH #1127.9

Date: Living in infamy, SATURDAY, December 30, 2006

Start: Carson Road Woods to Shipetaukin Park

Weather: or, not rainy or cold

Time: 50 minutes

Hare: Hey YO! Paully

Hounds: Pyroman, Speedbumps, Oliver the Wonder Dog, Owipii, Delicate Psyche, Windbreaker, Queef, 
Matt Muffelman nka Quackenbush

Seen at the start after the on-in: Cliffdiver

7 Feasts for 7 Wankers (and a little dog too)

Well, thank goodness the Hash voted to hold this one on Saturday, which, I might add, marked the 
beginning of the Sunni Eid holiday and the end of a really bad Sunni (for the unpleasant details 
leavened by music, see video.google. com/videoplay? docid=6185219928 333240724&q=saddam+execution&hl=en ).
Consequently, Paully, Juicy, and Bubbleboy had plenty of time to prepare for Weepee's New Year's 
eve visit while Pyro and Bumps helped da boyz in da hood prep for the Mack Daddy fireworks display behind 
the Mill Hill saloon.  No doubt all of Madison Street had made it into Manhattan a day early to stake out 
space in Times Square, but poor Hand Solo and Itemized Seduction spent their Saturday in windowless rooms 
channeling a tyrant's abrupt but professionally performed conclusion.

In any case Paully pulled out the stops for this one, setting a record 8 regroups with food in what he 
claimed was a trail outlining a Christmas tree (on Eid: no wonder the Sunnis hate our guts), albeit one 
with long gaps between branches.  We started with mussel-black olive-garlic- onion stew and found Belgian 
cherry lambic with cherries, popcorn in a shopping bag, Christmas candies in a birdhouse, a big pretzel 
and mustard packets, lots of little chocolate coated pretzels, and an on-in that left little room for any 
actual running and set new marks for retchedness.

At least that's Paully and the newly christened (damn! another reason the Sunnis hate us!) Quackenbush 
did with their down-downs, which comprised the usual blend of beers with Paully's fermented lemon-almond
- mint flavored custard.  Whether to savor or suffer, both morons took their sweet time muscling the 
caustic mix down their gullivers.  The hare claimed that neither Solo last week nor the deer in the 
intervening week had touched the corruscating custard, but only time will tell if those who sampled the 
foul paste will find their brains turned spongiform behind prion eyes.

And why Quackenbush, you might ask?  Try asking Bumps, who apparently misses the real McCoys.  As the 
lone female on the hash, she also quickly attracted the attention of the regulars at the Franklin 
Crossing pub on-after, who turned from the local talent and leopard-print legs of the frosty Russian 
bartendress to solicit her views on global warming (for a rebuttal to claims of insufficient data, bad 
science, and self-serving scientists, visit aip.org/history/ climate/pdf/ Weart_APS_ News_2-06. pdf  
for the short version, and aip.org/history/ climate/index. html#contents  for the long one: who knew 
the Reagan administration' s fears of self-serving scientists generated a global consensus after all?  
See the pdf) and the 9-11 conspiracy.  It was a shock that they didn't get her talking about the Flying 
Spaghetti Monster (venganza.org/ ) and the disturbing inverse correlation between the decline of pirates 
and increase in global temperature (venganza.org/ flash/guidetopas tafarianismprelo aded.swf ).

Next Week: A return to sanity on Sundays with a Solo set.  Those who must be at work at 9 Monday morning 
best stay in their basements.