PHHH #1144.9

Fast Times at Queefmont High

Date: April 29, 2007

Weather: Mostly cloudy, partly sunny. Until we opened the pizza boxes; 
then it rained.

Time: 1:45

Venue: Lorimer Park, Montgomery County, PA

Hare: Queef

Hounds: Hare-in-my-Zipper, Mr. Ha- i mean Hand Solo, H.Y. Paully, B. 
Dork, Cliff Diver (sans seduction), Expl. Feet

Seen at on-in and beer checks: Queef spawn; Alexis, Jacob, and the 
smaller one

Seen sweaty and shirtless at the corner of Washington and Nassau on 
returning to 87 Prospect: Wee-pee, who has some explaining to do.

Virgin: The lovely... Lauren? Was that her name? Girl on hash!!! Sweet.

After queef held a vote last week to see if people wouldn't mind driving 
an hour to his hash (in favor: expl. feet; don't-give-a- shit: everyone 
else), the Bryn Athyn train station was chosen as the start locale. 
Trail proceeded along train track, streambank, wilderness, and grassy 
hillside in and around Bryn Athyn.

Queef found a new and interesting way to make sure Paully doesn't find 
the beer check- set a really REALLY long false trail and put the "F" at 
the beginning of it instead of the end. In the pack's defense, we did 
wait for him while Dork ate weeds and managed to convince others to do 
the same. We decided to push on without him and came to the beer-check, 
stocked with water and Genny cream ales. Why thank you little queef, 
don't mind if I do!!

Abandoned train tracks led away from the beer-check and into denser 
woodland. Paully caught up. After getting lost, we picked up trail 
behind a beekeeping nunnery and came across an arrow pointing in the 
opposite direction. Would queef be so sneaky as to put a not-wpdblX'd 
arrow pointing in the wrong direction? We waited until cliffy was on the 
other side of the nunnery before doubling back into the woods. Emerged 
onto an upscale neighborhood with HIMZ doubting the wisdom of wearing a 
skull T-shirt while carrying railroad spikes.

Hospital... woods... train tracks... ultimately arriving at the on-in, 
where we were greeted by little queefs bearing gifts of cookies, pizza, 
saranac, and more genessee. Jeff Spicoli award goes to Cliff Diver for 
arriving at the on-in 20 minutes late. We prove to be excellent role 
models for the little queefs, who are dying to start hashing. (Jacob for 
the running part, Alexis more for the beer chugging part.) Cliff diver 
tries to convince us to come to the commotion-by- da-ocean hash coming 
up, promising topless bimbos engaged in pillowfights. Feet remains 
skeptical.

Fun Fact: If you have the Google toobar on your browser, try checking 
the spelling of Rensselaer (Solo was right) by typing in "Renss.." When 
you get as far as the second s, it pops up with the inquiry, "Did you 
mean GENESSEE?" Why yes, maybe I did!!

All in all, a tough act to follow. Exploding feet will do his best. Stay 
tuned for directions to next week's start.


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P.S. I thought you where kidding, but sure enough and renss, and up comes Genese

You missed out the part about Queef leaving his offspring under the care and 
guidance of HYP, Dork and Cliffy.  I am sure those repressed memories will come 
out in their respective therapy sessons