PHHH Hash 803.4

Date:  December 10, 2000

Set By:  Definitely A RAT's ASSociate

[Hashed by:  Juicy, Hey, YO!  Paully, Rojo, Miner Tom, YYYYoda, PumpKIM Pie, 
Weeepeeeshirtman, A Rat's Ass, John the Canuck, Discomfort, Nunsense, Late Comer, 
I apologize but I'm guessing at the name of Rob (I know he came as Depression's 
friend once and he was at Depression's bed wedding once too).  Others?  Show 
yourselves!  Rookie Crud (below)

New Comer:  Janus Fund (John the Canuck's date from the night before at the 
infamous Blasland, Bouck & Lee, Inc. holiday party at the Nassau Clubbed to 
death).  This is a real good new boot - she really blue us all away.

Weather:  Cool, damp, getting cooler, damper.

Shirts:  Were available for purchase or looting

Start:  Cranbury Millstone Park on old Trenton Road - perfect beginning selected 
near the bridge out.

Ending:  The landing site of the Whore of the Worlds.

Opening comme]nt 5 minutes in:  ROJO - Oh boy, we're in trouble - look at this 
minutia (referring to remnants of flour marks).

Never had such an utterance been so far from the truth.

Excellently marked trail over excellent terrain not hashed in a while.

Highlight:  Guy in big green truck with equally big fat friend hollering at us 
to get off his land.  Like his truck didn't turn up any of his damp cover now did it?

I found out today that PumpKIM Pie grabbed one of the man's turnips.  I guess she 
did so the wrong way and the man was irate.  He chastised John the Canuck and Janus 
Fund before they could even set foot on his land.  They strived to hook up with the 
rest of the pack but had to saddle up with each other.  They were never seen again 
until I saw John this afternoon around 5:30 at the office of the aforementioned 
Blasland, Bouck & Lee, Inc. (we have a website - BBL-INC.com or something.  BBLers 
have hashed but still waiting for a hasher to BBL (some resumes have turnipped but 
either the talent is not there or some big conglomerate feasted on you already - or 
you had more lavishly grandiose ideas about how to proceed in your life/career.

{The green truck dude gave his number to Rojo so that the setter can call and 
apologize, I say we all call him from pay phone on New Year's Day at the stokes 
of 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, and 6 and softly, but progressively louder utter "Don't turnip 
your nose at me you!"

Beware Caller ID - I say we call from LRF's office for calling the coppers on us 
a week ago the slithering four-eyed grinch.}}

Typical slop at the end - warm beer.
On-On
Hey, YO!  Paully