CUNTHHH Hash # 10 - Ivy League Interhash Trash!

Post date: Oct 19, 2011 1:56:16 PM

The debauchery began on the train, where disorganized seating meant that

Copa found himself in a twoseater with an 8 year old girl. Did that stop

him from hitting the bottle? Hell no! Jun Bug and I had our own spot, but

we spilled enough suds to endear us to the crowd. Second Coming, Lazer,

Forgy, and her virgin just Darlene had posted up in the caboose. By the

time we all joined up the car was pretty much empty, which is a pretty good

indicator of how they were partying beforehand.

We arrived to find Princeton and Summit already waiting for us with a trunk

full of beer. After a round of introductions, we were off. The trail led

along a highway, but I decided to take a shortcut, directly through what can

only be described as a fuck-storm of shiggy. That about set the theme of the

run, as we more often than not found ourselves bushwhacking through thickets

of chesthigh picker bushes.

The pack then went into the parking lot of a local mall, where I found that

geese have the same opinion of my bugle playing skills as everyone else. We

then headed into another heaping helping of shiggy, but thanks to New

Jersey's penchant for paving over absolutely everything we had a convenient

drainage ditch which was completely frozen over. A little slip and slide

later and we were running along a river. The FRB's blew right past a false

trail marker and the log crossing and had to figure out their own ways

across. Eventually everyone squirreled their way over the river and we

ended up at the first beer check.

A nice little spot behind an abandoned warehouse in the shadow of a damn

provided the site for the beer check. After going familystyle on a 12-pack,

we were off. Up the damn and after some searching we were off to Ass-u-pink

(seriously) elementary school, and then into a parkland area, which was home

to easily the most badly constructed series of BMX ramps and jumps I've ever

seen. We busted out of the woods and into another shopping complex, home to

Lancelotta's Pizza, the on-in.

I'm looking forward to the 25th season of Jersey Shore, where The Situation

flexes too hard and rips a hole through time, because the proprietors of

Lancelotta's were very clearly Snookie and friends, after about two decades

of bad living. Pretty easygoing though, as they didn't mind us hauling in a

big bucket of ice and can beer, circling up in their restaurant and singing

filthy songs while normals came in and tried to pick up their large plain to

go. All in all a great time was had, and I for one can't wait till next

year! (Maybe we'll do it when it's warmer, and not in Jersey.) Thanks

again to our hosts and hares, PH3!

It never rains but it pours at the CUNTHHH, and it's already time for hash

#11! Make sure to come out to the Quad Birthday Hash this Sunday, March 6

at 3pm. Start's at the north end of the 96th street red-line station. It's

being run under the auspices of NYCH3, and I think we're playing down the

fact that the hares are like ~44% of our membership, but a rose by any other

name, right? Expect multiple checks, crazy shiggy, and everything else

you've come to expect from the CUNTHHH, except with about 5 times as many

hashers!

On-on to Sunday!

Type A-Hole