PRINCETON HHH HASH #692.4 Date: December 20, 1998 Weather: Chowderish Venue: Rt. 130/Turnpike bypass Time: 30 minutes of running, 1:15 of milling about aimlessly looking for the 3 marks Set By: Ho! Ho! Pauly! Hashers: Total Fucking Moron, WePee, Ice Blue Balls, Tree, Darby, Hand Solo, Pyro Man, A Joy to His Mother, RoJo, Rose (Paully's sister), Lick Me I'm Salty, Tropical Depression, LLLoda, K-Y Juicy, Uranus Williams, Discomfort, Speed Bumps, Table Toes, Rubber Alan, Beef Strokemeoff (visiting from San Francisco) Abducted by Aliens (or AG Zaire): The LRF First to the Cooler: Hand Solo Descriptions, Polemics, and Lies: Something is just not right in the world when 19 hashers show up for a Paully Set. Even more so, when the Total Fucking Moron makes his first PHHH appearance from the hills of Bosnia or sand dunes of operation Desert Snow Man in the Persian Gulf. It seems that only the wise aged one used the right half of his half brain and stayed home to watch the Giants and replenish his fluids after repeated bleedings. While the start presented no surprise for Paully, by beginning at a liquor store, he attempted to surprise the hashers by actually going off-road - the proximity to a liquor store at the start however, seems to have made Paully forget to bring his bag of flour with him along the way. After a re-group only 50 yards from the start (and a shadowing by local cops) an afternoon of milling about in befuddled company began. Off into a field and onto the new turnpike bypass the hashers went where the marks dissipated at the base of a drainage tunnel along the construction site. This resulted in about 20 minutes of milling about by 16 or so hashers while TFM, Oui pee and Joy actually attempted to find a trail. And sort of find it, did Joy - about 1/2 mile down from the last mark leading into a neighborhood of no marks and false trails. So off Pyro went to interrupt the LRF and Rojo who had discretely separated themselves from the group to kindle, or rekindle (we're not really sure) their tryst. After which, the LRF was abducted by aliens or a very vengeful A.G. Zaire, back from leading the bombings in Iraq. While RoJo and the LRF trysted, the rest of the group continued to mill about wondering if marks ever existed. Tropical Depression amused himself with his new found literature, apparently left behind by Paully (It was a "Scouting for Beaver" magazine), so we realized we were looking for the wrong type of white stuff used by Paully to set the trail. But, alas, IceBlueBalls and Tree found the way. Unfortunately no one followed so she became too afraid to cross the yard of the stream nazi's winter getaway in East Windsor. So back she came for the millers, milling about. So with safety in numbers, the hashers found Pyro and RoJo (remember, no LRF- abducted) and their way to into Paully's development and a shocking false trail that led directly to Paully's front door ( the true trail must have gone to the back door - so to speak). Interestingly, even Rose (His SISTER- A Rose by any another name is still unfortunately related to Hey! Yo! Paully) wasn't sure if that was his apt. Note to all members of the MlLdzcnknsdklinski family - your brother lives in the ironically named Garden View terrace, Building D - but with no garden, no terrace, and no friggin view (now that the turnpike construction is running through the backyard). >From the apparent false, the trail led to the mile 20 cute little beer, sticky bun, jaegermeister check. Although Solo, disbelieving all other marks, let himself into Paully's and helped himself to a not-so-cute, but larger, better beer. Again, believing Paully that the on-in was not at his beaver lodge, the hashers continued following no marks, at which time Joy followed other non-marks and got lost in another yo yo of incredibly mild annoyance, while everyone else headed back to the on-in, at yes, the beaver pad du Paully. Summary of hash: No marks No marks Milling Milling gynecological literature No marks Shitty hash Summary of apres: Great beer Great food (Salty was the meat in a Hasher sandwich) Great K-Y Jelly (experienced by Rubber, Depression and Toes) Great beer Great babes with great big boobs (Juicy, Rojo, Bumps - with matching tiger print thong, and Uranus) HYP makes the mistake, like Joy, of telling the stinkin' hashers to make themselves at home so Pyro, Paully and Joy, of course, end up in bed together. Great beer The festive evening climaxed with great down-downing of great big beers,singing and Christmas caroling. Great beer Great big boobs Great beaver scouting, Batman! Overheard on the trail: Irate Local "watch it or I'm going to call the cops" Beef Strokemeoff to the irate neighbor "Oh yea, we are cops." Overheard during the milling about: Discomfort to TFM: "What's your strategy?" TFM to Discomfort "I'm the total fucking Moron, why would I have a strategy?"