PHHH #1181.9

12/30/7

Hounds: Keyless Entry, Weepee, Hey Yo Paully, Cliff Diver, OS2 Corrinda Butler

Hare: Your Row Trash

Time: 1.5

Weather: Deteriorating (culminating in Hail Maries)

Venue: Your AssSureStinks Wildlife Preserves along 524 near Imlaystown.

Hash trails were full of gopher holes, animal trax (bear!?) dog-training areas,
damn lakes, and mud with some asphalt over a serenely treed area. The hare said
no beer breaks since this will be a short hash - but alas it was fairly lenghty
with much running (not much dilly-dallying), making for a perfect cardiovascular
year-end romp.

This was the last "jingle-ball hash" of 2007, talk about ringing in the gnu
year. The pace was so feverish, particularly on downhill stretches, that my
jingle balls emanated from my legs and swung from quadracep to quadracep in
exciting fashion. I had to slow down for fear of exploding, especially when
going down, at times actually having to adjust my pendulum manually, thus
continuing the long-standing Trenton-Lawrencevillain tradition of Col. Hand's
Delay Tactics.

New hash icon found: Approximately 2000:1 scale bowling pin which YourRowTrash
claimed was for radio satellites (of course Weepee begged to differ).

Apres: Hare had beer that had fallen off a truck, chips and salsa. We had
Juicy's birthday cake and ate it too, thanks to the first-time Princeton hasher
Corinda's shiny spread-eagle corkscrew (the best kind!) - who needs a knife
anyway (espcially when the cake is a week old!), and who needs a towel for the
trowel (I guess you had to be there!?) Indeed the cake was a little tough, but
the accutriamint supplied by the newbie was sufficient to wash it all down, her
beer offering was good too - Spaten, although I failed to grab one (we'll have
to swip spat another time). Weepee also offered some foreign fried fritters
that were stale, distaseful, and generally not fit for constipation.

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This hash was so good it got two write-ups:

PHHH hash #1181.9
Date: Sunday December 30, 2007
Weather: Grey but okey until the rain came tumbin down
Hare: Eurotrash
Place: Asnunpink Park Reservation
Hares: Hey YO! Paully, Cliffdiver, Weepi, Keyless Entry
Rookie: Corrinda Butler

Lilrojo Riding Hood

Excellent terrain, fine marks, lots of hearty A-A aerobic exercise
with minimal shiggy, which was good for the most politically correct
and healthy hashes this side of Eugene but less so for our visitor, a
strawberry blonde who processes signals for the Coast Guard--A. G.
Zaire and the Cuban Assassin, take note. Initiated to hashing on the
gentle precincts of Cape Cod where a footprint on the beach
represents a hill, and unnamed military hashes where the hash
exercise involves mostly the elbow, Corrinda rapidly fell behind on
the hills and dells of Eurotrash's winding trail.

However, in keeping with Princeton's tradition of gracious manners,
she soon found herself in the presence of a rotation of aged boy toys-
-not exactly the strapping young men our that our beloved Grand
Dominatrix was so fond of, but they would have to do. First Wipi, as
befits the grandmaster, then Cliffdiver, then Eurotrash, and then
Wipi again, as befits the grandmaster, made small talk, pointed out
the predators and carcasses that make offroading so charming, found a
microwave tower to give Corrinda something familiar to identify with,
and most importantly kept her away from Hey YO! Paully.

That was not to last, though, when she offered her own host gift
sixpack of fine German bier at the soggy on-in--truly a hasher Paully
could take a shine to, if not two or three of her bottles. Vegas
bettors against Corrinda's return lost their shirts when, to
everyone's surprise, she signed up for the PHHH hash trash and
promised to return in two weeks. Who's afraid of the big bad wolf?