Date:  69'99


Weather :  Altering from hot and humid to cool, breezy and less humid but still sweaty


Venue:  Quiet Private Property and surrounding environs nearby  areas south of North 
Brunswick and west of East Brunswick


Time:  52 minutes, it was said.


Setter:  Blue Ball Icing


Quadrapodic Hounds:  Thica & her pal Darby


Bipedal Hounds:  I bleed like a Geyser, man!; Tick for Tack Paddy Wacked - give your dog 
a Rambone; naked man holding a Wacko - I don't get it;  personal onomatoWeePoeia; 
Cold/wet&Juicy; you say tomatoes - I say Tabletoes; I stepped in horse Lanore; KYYYoda; 
Miner Tom, Dick and Harry. 


Ambulatory Hound:  Uranus


Hound Come Lately:  Hey YO! Paully


Sex, Lies, and Videosmut:


Hashers made there way to said venue only to find a well laid trail - what is this????   
No debacle?   Hashers ran from mark to mark with little chaos.  High grass was certainly 
sought after.  The setter wanted us to amass all the available ticks in the area so that 
her dogs could live better lives. 


The mighty Weepee has clearly taken over Llllllammmma's wuss role.  He was in front 
gesturing that the group be quiet in typical meek fashion.  Geezer and Wacko would have 
none of it; they are so macho - we should all inoculate Geezer and Wacko.  


WeePee, is his desire never  to be always compared to someone, gathered ticks from 
various folk and placed them in soda for the upcoming Let's get over Joyed party! 
- exhibiting a oneness with nature much like that of the Louisiana Reptile Fucker, who 
we will no longer mention gratuitously is hash trash.  It was later said that the ticks 
must be transferred to a more translucent, if not transparent, liquid and frozen for
Joy gifting.


I ran approximately 4 tenths of a mile during the hash and wound up with 4 ticks on my 
person.  This approximately estimates to roughly be about 1.0000 E+0 tick per tenth 
mile hashed, give or take a tick or two.    


Ingested at the Apres:  Awesome cookies, normal chips with wonderfully hot codfish salsa, 
lovely selection of premium beer, some pop, and Hashers (at least by the insect 
population).   Thoughts of getting lost in a sailboat off the coast of North Carolina 
before we get Oriented. 


Overherd on way home:  KYYYoda:  "There is something up my butt."..........Table:  "It's 
not me."..........Mental thought of remaining passengers:  "Sure!"


P.M.S.:  I think two of my ticks were from Juicy - who is on Larium to prevent malaria.  
Should I be concerned?  I am immune to several varieties of Stoogitus since I have taken 
Moeum, Shempum, CousIan Joem, and Curlium when I was a Boy Snout at treasure Island, but 
have not dealt with Larium as of yet.


Hey Majesty's Ship:  The Mlod Squod just got bigger - my brother Runs with Cows (Walt) 
just had a baby boy and girl (actually his wife did).  Coed fraternal twins are cool.