Holy logorrhea, Pyroman,

Who could read any hash trash more than three lines long?

Geezer, Thuy Lam's first hash was also Delicate Psyche's, back when he
was young and rootsy and carefree of 8 am video conferences:
www.princetonol.com/groups/phhh/archive/1008.9.txt. With her return,
we now know that deer sit in the woods.

Boooring! On top of a hash that riffed on a legendary Wipi set that
got Homoerotic Tick Checking his name:
www.princetonol.com/groups/phhh/archive/987.9.txt

Weepee, still nursing cuts from flying glass fragments


--- In PHHH@yahoogroups.com, "pyroman" <pyroman@...> wrote:
>
> PHHH #1088.9
> Date: April 7, 2006
> Place: Merrill Lynch Service Entrance (Plainsborough)
> Weather: Investable
> Time: 60 minutes?
> Hare: Ouipee
> Hounds: Speedbumps, Pyroman, Oliver the Wunderbra, Lil' Blue Butt,
> Nut'n Stuck, Windbreaker, Twee (her official second hash, and her real
> name), Hare in My Zipper
>
> Seen in P-ton: Delicate Psyche, he had to be awake at 8:00 AM or
> something like that.
>
> Called in from Trail: Hand Solo... did he ever finish?
>
> Another Tale from the Belle Meade Inn
>
> 8/Apr/06
>
> The rain was falling harder as dusk fell on Saturday night. There was
> no way a hash could be set in this. "Where the H*ll is that scrawny
> worthless hare?" growled Zaire as he threw the empty Stegmeier into
> the growing pile of broken glass in the corner. The dwarf cowered in
> fear and quickly brought another for his master.
>
> "I have no faith " snarled the Assassin, "You should have known
> better than to trust WeePea with your plan."
>
> The Cuban Assassin finished his 5th Steg of the day when a soft knock
> came on the back door of the Inn. Closed now for decades, cases of
> broken empty bottles piled in all corners, it was safe to assume who
> would be knocking at the door at this hour.
>
> "Get him in here!" bellowed Zaire. Jorge obediently opened the door
> and dragged him into the basement.
>
> "Yes, Sir...stammered WeePea"
>
> "Shut up!" yelled the Assassin.
>
> "Look, this has got to stop now" the Assassin calmly stated.
>
> "Wh... Wh... What?" questioned the mystified Hare.
>
> "These hashes! Everyone is finishing! They run only 50-65 minutes
> long! What's happening to this hash? Sh!t! Even Pyro and Bumps have
> come back and they've brought that worthless hound. Even he is
> finishing, and the little blue butt, too! Look WeePea, I've brought
> you here to end this once and for all; I have faith in you. You've
> set some of the worst debacles in P-ton history. The hash must die."
>
> "But what should I do? If I set another death march, the cute young
> women will never return... the hash will deteriorate as it has before.
> Let's face it, I'm not getting any younger, and I never had a chance
> at RoJo like you did."
>
> The bottle crashed into the wall behind him before WeePee even knew it
> had flown by his head. "Never, and I mean never mention her name
> again!" screamed Zaire. "Look Dr P. I don't care how you do it, but
> take care of it! You've done it in the past; now get out of here and
> end this problem of the Princeton Hash being a kinder, more gentle,
> more peaceful, politically correct hash!!"
>
>
> 9/Apr/06
>
> Back at the Inn, the sun was slowly setting on the back door when the
> timid knock was heard from the basement.
>
> "Get him in here Jorge" barked the Assassin. "Let's hear this."
>
> Jorge dragged the hare's trembling body down the stairs into the dank
> basement. He stood before the shadow in the corner. AG was taking a
> long draw on his Steg. Oddly enough, there appeared to be a second
> shadow of what might have once been a man sitting next to him.
>
> "Well Dr? How did it go?"
>
> "It was great! I posted a completely wrong set of directions to the
> start! I got Hand Solo's Blackberry and left indiscernible
> directions! Paully was out of sight, out of mind!" "Nut'n Stuck
> showed up and was as politically incorrect as ever!"
>
> "OK, nice�"
>
> "It started well A.G." blurted Weepee, "I set an arrow that went
> exactly the wrong way� and all of the young hasher followed it!"
>
> "And�?" scowled the AG.
>
> "Well� how was I to know that Pyro and Bumps would figure it out?"
>
> This bottle grazed the side of WeePea's head. "How could you not
> know?! They've only been on 40 of your 54 hashes! How could they not
> know?!" "Go on� how did it go from there?"
>
> "It went well, AG! I ran them through the woods, over a huge dirt
> mound and under Rt1. They barely found the trail! You should have
> seen the half-mile false I set!"
>
> "Well, they found their way around that and made it to Sarnoff ,
> anyway!!" Sneered the Assassin leaning against the wall.
>
> "F***ing Bumps� as Allah as my witness, I thought that the nesting
> Eagle would peck their eyes out as they ran past!" groveled the poor
> hare (secretly hoping that Bumps would lead the cuties into his nest).
>
> Bottles flew across the room once again. "Out! Out of here you
> witless piece of slime!" growled AG. "I know the whole story. Out�
> you've failed me once again."
>
> "But, but how do you know?" stammered the Hare.
>
> Just then Jorge slowly turned up the dimmer switch just enough to
> reveal that what had appeared to be the outline of a man was Hand
> Solo. "We found him out on Rt 1, Weepee! He told us the whole
> story! You blew it, now out!"
>
> Weepee dashed up the basement steps trembling, knowing he had failed;
> he had let Zaire and the Assassin down. He knew his days were
> numbered; no man let Zaire down and lived to talk about it for long.
> That, however, was not what bothered him most and made him tremble in
> spite of the warm setting sun. He could have sworn that Solo had been
> wearing the fishnets that were last seen on RoJo's legs!!!
>