PRINCETON HHH HASH #731.4


Date:    August 25th, 1999
Weather: Threatening but not delivering
Time:    :45
Venue:   Rectangle of land enclosed by Canal Rd. - Blackwell Mills
          Rd. - Middlebush Rd. and Jacques Rd. north of Griggstown.
Set By:  Tropical Depression, Ice Blue Balls, Tree & Darby
Hashers: Solo, Wacko, Natural Born Lesbian (his last), Juicy,
         Hey Yo Paully (his 100.5th), Booger, Discomfort, RoJo,
         Oui Pee, Jennifer, Table Toes


The Griggstown Hash Project


        "You should know that the part of the trail on the road, well, it's not
really there.  And the checkmarks are big because I'm big.
        "Alright, How many of us are there?"
        "Twelve."
        "Six."
        "Sex!"
        "On on!"
        ***
        "You know, this is the same land frequently abused by Hand Solo. And we
have never run on these trails before."
        "Where's Paully?"
        Distant ululations.
        "I'm a natural born lesbian, and that was an unnatural scream."
        "Who ever said Paully was natural?"
        "I'm nervous.  Where's the shiggy?"
        ***
        "On in!"
        "Just so you know, it's a lot longer following the stream in than
taking the path."
        "I'm really taken with the way you're . . . just standing in water."
        "Down. . . down . . . down . . . down (repeat for 60 seconds)."
        "Who are the drivers?"
        "Just moi, Ouipee."
        "Tropical, where's the trail?"
        "I thought you were on it."
        "No. . . Oww!"
        "Over here."
        "Did you hear something?"
        ***
        "Well, where are they?"
        "Beats me. R U?"
        "They'll never find their way out.  Look how dark it is."
        "We'll have to go in."
        "Without lights--are you crazy?  Listen to that dog.  It's not Tree or
Darby."
        "R U? R U?"
        Distant barking and rustling in the brush.
        "Now where have they gone?  No cooler, no bottles, no chips, no. . .
Omigod! Omigod! Ohoahoomi. . !"
        "That's salsa.  Let's go back."
        ***
        "We heard you and thought it was the farmer."
        "Oh, right, as if we sound like farmers."
        "Maybe it was the LRF."
        "Where's Booger?"
        Muffled thumping.
        "Evening.  Everything alright?"
        "No problem, officer, just finishing these sodas."
        "Good, I was afraid maybe you'd run into"
        Tape ends



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Missing excerpt from the on in:


Darby finally earns a hashname:  Knucklehead & does a cheesypoof downdown
and then goes chasing squirrels down the streambed


- Tabletoes