PRINCETON HHH HASH #427.4 

Date: September 26,1993
Weather:  Low
Set By: Wacko
Hashers:  Geezer, Safe Sweats, Hash Rat, Josh, Rodney, Throatwarbler, LRF, Sleepy
First to Cooler: Joe Burns

Old Bottles, New Whine

Description, polemics, comments, and lies: “OK, OK, let’s go!” whined the LRF as 
he showed up five minutes late, quite oblivious to the fact that our putative setter had 
yet to show, “I’ve got much more important things to do than this.” It is a well known fact 
that when the barometric pressure drops to record lows, corks pop from bottles, pigs 
take flight and hashers whine. The Big Blue Van drove in and immediately Wacko 
started in as well, “You’ll all hate this one, It’s boring and wet. And far away. And 
muddy. You’ll never make it. Where’s my money? ” He was right on most counts, as we 
did, it was, and it was. But we did, and there was US $8 for his trouble. More than it 
was worth, says I.

Thompson State Park, sight of many a previous atrocity, was the venue again, and, 
after the obligatory cries of boring, and a wynging lecture by Wacko, we started up the 
long greensward we are so used to gazing down. The Geezer complained about the 
effect of uphill starts on his out-of-warrantee cardiovascular system. The rest of the 
pack was soon hoping for a catastrophic breakdown of the aged one’s pipes, and the 
general level of grumbling increased with the length of the hill. Entrance into the wet, 
slimy woods, our setter clearly lost, led to still more vengeful carping. “I’m going to quit!” 
said the LRF, “That’s enough; I’ll just go off and Hyde.”  Out to a park we went, only to 
encounter a square-mouthed red-faced bystander who berated the pack for running 
through the park. “Designated area! I want to fly my airplane! You are bothering the 
golfers!” were some of the less obnoxious cries from this extreme example of the 
societal benefits of abortion, a man whose sense of humor had been amputated at 
birth. The Warbler wanted to extract this fellow’s gizzards on the spot, but was lured 
onward from this attractive prospect when the LRF found a check. Wacko appeared 
again, complaining about the slow progress of the pack and warning of Mecong Delta 
slogs to come. “Better hurry up,” he whimpered, “You’ll never finish, and I spent so 
much time setting.” Angry snarls came from the pack.

A shortcut to the BBV, Wacko assisted, finished it off. 
We ran out of beer. 
“These are terrible chips,” said the Geezer.
 
Next Hashes:   
	# 428.4 Sunday, October 3,  2 pm,  Josh and Rodney set
	# 429.4 Sunday, October 10,  2 pm, Safe Sweats sets
	# 430.4 Sunday, October 17,  2 pm, Hash Rat sets