PRINCETON HHH HASH #752.4
Date:   January 8, 2000
Weather:        Cold
Venue:  Battleground Country Club - Rte #527
Set by: Cums with the Turf (Rumson HHH)
Time:   2:15 (yes, you read that right)
Hashers:        
Rumson Contingent: Dr. Jeckyll, Dr.Pepper, The Jackal, Elephant Dick, Mr Jackson, 
Latecummer, Fuckin' Paul, and about 8 others who never finished
Princeton Contingent: Hey Yo Paully, Juicy, Discomfort, Minor Tom, RoJo, Tomoko, 
Tabletoes, Hand Solo, Laura (Spawnosolo), Excremental Earnings, Excitable Boy, 
Steve "All My Love" Ralis, Jennifer Elder Brady, Mike Whelpley, Randy Rogers and 
his roll of Charmin
Rookies:        Joe Lawler (toilet paper-less son of Randy)
Noticeably Absent: Pavement and anyone from either the Summit or Middletown contingents


Descriptions, Polemics, and Lies:


And then there was one:: four hashes were invited, they called it a tri-hash, two hashes 
actually showed up, but only one really finished. 


Tell them what they've won: next year, Princeton gets to set.


It was a veritable smorgasbord of virgin territory: we had garlands; we had dead deer 
outnumbered only by live deer; we had briars; we had hills; we had water; we had endless 
fields; we had endless forests; we had muck so deep that Excremental Earnings had to be 
extracted; we had the requisite railroad track for Solo to run down in the wrong 
direction (he had a flashback to Throatwarbler's Boxing Day set); we had Tomoko airborne 
(thanks to Tabletoes and Minor Tom), we had fences; we had a cemetery; and we even had a 
beer break.  At that point, over an hour into the hash, what we didn't have were the 
other hashers. While all of the Princetonians had persevered to that point, Rumson had 
dwindled to the hare and 3 hounds. The rest had retired (in the literal sense, 
considering the average age of a Rumson hasher) to the apres (or should we say, 
"pendant"?) venue.  We hashed on and on and on and on and .......... at last, that 
field looked familiar (or was that dehydration induced delirium?).....


Irate landowner to HYP in response to a polite query as to the location of flour: "What 
in it for me?"
HYP to irate landowner: "The satisfaction of having us leave."
A few minutes later:
Irate landowner to the hare: "How would you like having a gun shoved up your ass?"
Cums with the Turf's response was muted by the hurried on-on's of the rest of the pack, 
but Randy had a roll of toilet paper handy, just in case.


We entrusted the remains of Excitable Boy to the able hands of the Charlottesville HHH


At the apres, we found the now leather-clad remainder of the "Hell's Angels of Hashers" 
Rumson contingent ensconced at Pop Pop's Tavern heatedly debating quad vs. tri. vs. dual 
hash nomenclature over beer and cigars. Several pitchers and some good food later, the 
Rumson Slutometer appeared. Juicy happily registered negative, but Rojo, however, 
........(connection severed)