PHHH #820.4

Date:  April 8, 2001
Weather: Forgettable
Set by: Ice Blue Balls and Baby Blue Balls
Location:  Margerum Road Playground to 151 Saw Mill or Crosswicks-Extonville Road, 
           Crosswicks
Time: 1:25
Hashers: Tropical Depression, Hey YO! Paully, Juicy, Discomfort, Rojo, Ouipee, 
         Definitely Not a Rat's Ass 
Seen at the On-in: Uranus Williams, Sonuvabitch, Tree, and Darby

It took mother and child two hours to set and the few non-minds attending nearly as 
long to retrace their steps over a course that mostly followed the oxbows of the 
Great Green Greasy Limpopo River, or what locals call Crosswicks Creek.  Traversed 
perhaps better describes the experience: the BBs' set set new records for vertical 
distance covered (except for Juicy, who stayed at ground level and on pavement as 
much as possible) and shortest distance run (defined as two feet, left or right, 
fore or hind, off the ground simultaneously).  Dramatic and sexual tension came 
courtesy of Rojo.  Suffering from the extended time apart from her paramour and 
faced with the prospect of crossing 40 feet of Crosswicks on a fallen tree tapering 
into the water at the far side, the Grand Dominatrix announced, a little too 
loudly, "I don't do logs."

Definitely Not, who had crossed without getting so much as a shoelace damp, and TD, 
who waded across the waisthigh waters, seemed not to hear. "Really," Rojo repeated, 
"I mean it. I fall off. No sense of balance. Vertigo. I can't do it--Alone."
The two strapping specimens of manhood, high foreheads glistening with a thin sheen 
of sweat from their exertions, cheerfully assured her that she could.
This was more than Rojo could bear.  She looked up and down the river, no alternative in 
sight, tilted her head, cocked her hip and gave her most winsome smile, eyelashes batting 
eight to the bar.  "I have always been partial to the kindness of strangers--oh, for God's 
sake, I'll do it myself!"

All was forgotten at the on in, hosted at the Depressions' stunning new abode, which two 
months ago was New Jersey's entry for the "Three More Payments and It's All Ours" 
postcard competition.  The PHHH was treated to views of the baby's room, the full 
basement, the toilet in the hallway, and the sewer line in the kitchen.  It was all ripe 
with possibilities, and readers interested in doing something in more than pushing paper 
or polymers are welcome to join Tropical on weekends as he races the July deadline.

    Next Week: Wacko plays the Gefilte Bunny!