PRINCETON HHH HASH #931.2 
Date: April 27, 2003 
Weather: Positively Fourth Street 
Venue: Middle Bucks County Oxford Valley Shopping Center 
Set: Pyroman 
Time: 55 minutes 
Hashers:  Speedbumps, Little Blue Butt, Weepee, HYP 

Descriptions, Polemics, and Lies: 

Saving Weepee from setting another debacle and a relapse of the SARS bug he'd picked 
up last week, Pyro set a pleasant counterclockwise A to A on a wondrous afternoon 
through much farmland, woodland, and wetland.  We steered away from the north where 
an angry rent-a-rider beat Geezer with her riding crop and ordered him off the land 
a few years ago, and clambered up a debris-cluttered streambed not unlike the one 
where Minor Tom got a major headwound, much tender care from the Grand Dominatrix, 
and a Purple Heart also a few years ago. 

No, this was a peaceable hash, filled with woodlilies and cute little violet flowers, 
iridescent pools of water, brightly colored shotgun shells, and hearty cries of "C'mon 
Maggot! Get your sissy blue butt up that hill before I shoot it off!" as Ouipee 
indulged in some esteem building with Pyro's pride and joy. 

The on-in featured not only an excellent selection of beer but more importantly, pretty 
pink Peep eggs, delicately frosted soft sugar confections and proudest product of the 
Frankford Candy & Chocolate Company, whose motto is "you never get a second chance to 
make a first impression."  Maybe they should reconsider the  coprophilic impression 
these eggs make when you bite into them, revealing a brown, vaguely chocolate-like 
substance within.  Naturally Wheepee made Blue Butt barf a mix of Cheezy Poofs and Diet 
7-Up by dipping the Peep egg in the salsa and playing with it in his mouth, at which 
point 'Bumps said "Game Over" and packed her moronic men into the car. 

We saw Hey YO! Paully staggering back as we left--he got three beers, a Peep egg, and 
the rest of the Sht Butt Crm cake, which sounded almost as tasty as the Peep egg 
cutaway looked.