PRINCETON HHH HASH #673.4 Date:     August 12, 1998 Weather:  Flush Venue:    Hamilton/Lawrence Time:     50 min Set By:   Zaftig Bumps Hashers:  Hey Yo! Paully! (well, his car at least), Toilet Toes,           A Joy to His Flusher, Delay LLLama, Rubber Alan, Ti-D-Juicy,           Ice Blue Balls, Tree, Darby, Pyro Man, Rob (Alan?),           Number One (but not Number Two) Stud at a Time Rookie:   Janette Descriptions, Polemics, and Lies:                        Same LLLama, Different Blonde                                     or                            The Sea of Shitters   Rob killed two trees.  I don't know what it was, but every time he saw a double-cross arrow, he insisted on playing Young Robert Frost*, climbing to the top of a flimsy tree and leaping out into space, breaking the hell out of the darn thing on the way down.  Obviously he had not "learned all there was/ To learn about not launching out too soon/ And so not carrying the tree away/ Clear to the ground."  But that pain is for another day.  I'm here to tell you about shitters.   That's right, shitters.  American Standard, mostly.  Cracked all to pieces.  Old ones, new ones, white ones, more white ones.  Rob took a liking to shitter destruction too.  The anal-fixation complexities boggle the mind.   Speed Bumps (really Pyro Man, but that's a story for another day too) set a lovely trail through a mile or three of the Toilet Necropolis, a truly amazing place through which Wacko has no doubt hashed a dozen times or more.  Geezer has probably not hashed there, though he would have yelled "BORING" on principle.  The hashers speculated as to the cause of death of the shitters.  Perhaps they committed mass suicide to go visit the Mother Tank, which was at that very moment hiding behind Comet Hale-Dropping. Perhaps they were shot by overzealous hunters who mistook a flash of white prancing through the woods for a moose.  It was even speculated that the hash was trespassing on a chemical-weapons bombing range, now overgrown and forgotten.   Once we left the Shitter Field, nothing of interest happened.  Rubber Alan gave us his Incredible Hulk impression, nearly tearing 100 feet of chain-link fencing out of the ground (you won't like me when I'm angry...). Rob killed a tree (not Tree, just a tree).  We slogged upstream and downstream (thanks Pyro), stopping for a moment to reminisce at the very spot where Juicy sank Crotch Deep.  The salsa was hot, as was the Diet Sprite.  The beer was cold.   Too bad Urinal Williams wasn't there.  She would have felt right at home. On On The Unknown Hasher p.s. If you want the blonde story, you'll have to ask the LLLama, who recently became the last PHHH hasher to obtain an e-mail account. DLLLama@aol.com. * cf Birches: http://www.cwrl.utexas.edu/~sbowen/314spring/ellie/poem.html NEXT HASHES:      #674.4 Wednesday, August 19, 1998, 6 pm, 87 Prospect, Table Toes and Juicy             set "The Dog Days of Summer Hash"      #675.4 Wednesday, August 26, 1998, 6 pm, 87 Prospect, Skaar Tissue Sets      #676.4 Wednesday, September 2, 1998, 6 pm, 87 Prospect, ?? sets      #677.4 Wednesday, September 9, 1998, 6 pm, 87 Prospect, ?? sets      #678.4 Sunday, September 13, 1998, 2 pm, 87 Prospect, Rubber Allen and Rob (Alan?) set their virginal hash??      #679.4 Sunday, September 20, 1998, 2 pm, 87 Prospect,  A. G. Zaire sets      #680.4 Sunday, September 27, 1998, 2 pm, 87 Prospect, RoJo sets  in...             B-U-T-ful Bucks Co.?!?!?! ----------------------------------------------------------------------- To subscribe to the Princeton Hashnet, email the message subscribe phhh to the address majordomo@cdiprinceton.com Post messages to the Princeton Hashnet by emailing to phhh@cdiprinceton.com and don't forget to check out our Web Page http://www.princetonol.com/groups/phhh -----------------------------------------------------------------------