PRINCETON HHH HASH #712.4


Date:     April 25, 1999
Weather:  Dissipeted
Venue:    Cranbury et al.
Time:     52
Set By:   Natural Born Lesbian
Hashers:  Chris Round (Tom the Army Guy), Geezer, Ouipee, Excremental
Earnings, Hey Yo! Paully!, Discomfort, RoJo, Wacko 
Rookie:   Geezer's future neurosurgeon


Days Since We Last Ran With the LRF: 112


Descriptions, Polemics, Lies:


                          Fields not Streams


        It was flat. The Hash was flat, the sky was flat, and Excremental
Earnings was flatter than her bedspread, even without the University's
welcome present.
        It was Discomfort's dream hash.  There was a parking lot, a false side
walk, a loop through some field and a tree nursery that nearly reduced
the Lesbian's maiden hash to a 12-minute quickie, a bridge--a
bridge!--over a stream that kept anyone from pedal dampness, a lil' bit
o' shiggy, and a field. Points for the field: freshly tilled, and dry,
and dusty, and on, and on, and on, and it just wouldn't stop, and Geezer
collapsed in a cloud of topsoil like one of those dinosaurs in
Fantasia.  Knees rose and fell and rose and fell, and then stopped
rising as the mighty, the legendary, the sainted Princeton Hash began to
resemble one of those pathetic family walking hashes in downtown
Copenhagen.
        Finally, a third dimension: the Millstone Bypass project, and marks
that suggested . . . well, who knew?  Certainly not Hey Yo! Paully! who
led some to the left.  Certainly not Geezer and Ouipee, who moved with
equal aplomb straight up and over to a promising shopping center and
then right across the overpass.  And certainly not the hare, who moused
the marks flat over to the road where they led to . . . an abandoned
house!
        But no, back instead to the Lesbian's bachelor pad which substituted
beer, salsa, and baseball for a trashed piano and mummified headless
corpses.  Even Paully couldn't get it up to check out the Lesbian's
bedding--too darn flat.
        And the marks--shitty marks.  NBL confessed to using 10 pounds of
flour, at least half of which he applied to the first two checkmarks,
and another third to aimless splotches.  Obviously he hasn't been
instructed on the use of the tuna can stencil, but there's always next
time.
        Ouipee