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What is hashing? Some say hashers are "drinkers with a running problem", others are not so kind. Perhaps the following email thread from the PHHH mailing list can shed some light on what it is we are doing: Wacko begins: If you like to jog and aren't afraid of getting your feet wet then you simply must come over to 87 Prospect St. in Princeton at 2PM on Sunday and give hashing a try. A hash is a cross-country run/treasure hunt where the stash is a cooler of beer, soda and chips. We cover 3-4 miles in roughly an hour, following a devious trail of cooking flour through the woods in search of the elusive beer and some fun. It's really a great adventure and the trail is devious enough that everyone stays together in a group, the lamest runner such as myself can keep up with marathon runners no problem and competitiveness is completely and totally frowned upon. Hope to see you there, Dan "Wacko" Wachspress (p.s. all hashers have "hash"names - mine is Wacko) To which A Joy to His Mother responds: We should have something on how PHHH is different from other hashes. not having hashed anywhere else, i'm not sure exactly how it should look, but something like: How is the PHHH different from other hashes around the country and the world? The PHHH remains tightly focused on shiggy uber alles. That means brambles, thorns, briars, prickers, woods, fields, water of all flavors, and shoe-eating mud. We spurn roads, trails, parking lots, and other appurtenances of syphillization as much as possible. On the down side (for some), we don't do a whole lot of randy singing, undressing in public, getting piss drunk, and engaging in general debauchery. We show up, we hash, we verbally abuse one another, we sing a little, we drink a little, we eat salsa, and we have a damn fine time. Perhaps best of all, the PHHH is cheap! Free for rookies, $2 per hash for all others. Some would say that you get what you pay for, but that may be overstating the case. Total F___ing Moron Adds: As a PHHH Hash emigree I must agree with the young hasher A Joy to his Mother. The Hashes here in Europe are a bunch of bloody wankers when it comes to decent shiggy. I have not seen anyone bleeding after a hash like Geezer. In fact, I don't think I have seen ANYONE bleeding after a hash period. I miss the dulcet tones of "Wacko, get two pints of A Positive and put them in with the beer- Geezer is hashing today." I think that I have never seen terrain like the memorial hash set by 242 where I swam not one, but two canals. I haven't seen shiggy like some of the hashes set by Wacko. And I have never gotten as lost as I have following Solo. However, not to puff up PHHH's ego too much, here in Europe I have hashed naked under a full moon in October (a little bit nippley I must say). I have hashed from pub to pub, drinking at each (what a night). I have hashed with the British in Belgium (Can't remember much of that night after the hash ended). I consider PHHH my seminal hash, the hash which created a demented soul such as myself. It is cheap, and challenging. I have not experienced a hash similar to it in Europe or America since. Finally, Hand Solo sets it all to rights: You people have entirely the wrong idea. To hell with Truth In Advertising! If you want 'em to come you have to tell 'em what they wanna hear. By the time they realize the truth it'll be too late. Solo If you hash with PHHH you can: Gambol through pristine woods on gentle sylvan trails; Get the idea? No? Well, you'll just have to come see for yourself! On on! |