PHHH #1174.9 HARE: Ouipee COHART: I forget his name, Doosh was it? I know I have at least assonance with his name (if you can provide resonance, if not even spelling, we can all west easier). [ed: Doosh = Ruud Egging see hash #1096.9] DATE: 2007/11/11 when's the last time the 4-digit day and month all had the same numeral? PHHH #: 1174.851 (when's the last time the enumeration was a phone sex number?) VENUE: By in large the new improved Montgomery High School, various FARMland(s), and the verboten Village o' the Shaky People. TIME: 1.75ish on average but we had to be car-driven to the Apres, talk about auto erotica. HOUNDS: Windbraker, HIMZ, HYP, HS, QIII, DP, HI, KE and Cliff Diver (the lattermost starting an hour late having bikeridden to start after being delayed by Amtrak/NJtransit) DID NOT PAY HASH CASH: KE VETERANARIAN DAY This hash was through the land of summer-time fire-hose showers and evening kegstands upon which I was not credited for a hash that I not only attended but I actually paid hash cash for & I was the inaugural kegstand participant - or victim {It was hard to concentrate upsidedown whilst FMS and KE had me by the balls of my feet. ) all I could think of was possible MRSA contact. The hare that day was present today and again voted to rescind my noninclusion. The trail went behind the school into field and woods and then skirting the STATE PROPERTY where a hefty fellow in a sturdy SUV forced us off the STATE LAND. He asked me, didn't you see all the signs. I told hiom this was the first sign that I saw. I also told him that I pay taxes and have the right to tread here. He looked at me cross (perhaps he does that to everyone?!) and said bluntly, this is a prisoner farm. I almost divulged to him what I did 6 years ago off Rte 29 near Valley Road. I decided not to ask him "how big do you grow them here?" On to Shakeyville. A creek runs through it. So did we. Hare Eadvertised that: "Remember the finish is east, in Connecticut; bring your water wings for that Hudson crossing in particular." Yet, we all got totally lost at a big wooden sign between the sod farm and the Shakey People cemetery (I swear the ground was trembling!) Some head stones (or toestones - who really nose?) actually displayed Badge or ID (inmate?!) numbers on them. There was a smily face check there (HIMZ said that is the symbol for a whore shack) and text of flour directing us to venture WEST. We went every which way - long distances too - but failed to find marks. We only were able to scare up about a dozen deer and 300 poopgeese. O.K.. . . so we assumed the WESTWARD text is right, and he either got arrested at this spot or ran out of flour. IAE, the cars were west! So a veteran hare got the entire pack LOST! A dog was at the on-in. It barked nastily at QIII who had donned dog-attack gloves which also serve as aids for the blind dogs that need seeing-eye humans. This dog was peculiar in that it had a brown stripe on its back, as it it had just crawled under a freshly painted fence or a fresh-squeezed anus. Someone muttered "Smell me bitch" (who do you think!). This person became so enamored with his utterance that he decided to name the cohare it and started pouring a down down cup to make it official. The masses preempted this foolishness. GM do not have absolute power, but they may in fact be omnimpotent. I still like "fresh-squeezed anus myslef"! PHHH gave the Hot Intern a little number for her going away present as she is off to Indiana. Weepee said she could wear it on her next red-dress run. I myself thought the piece would make a better top than a bottom. Hot Intern said it wouldn't cover her ass anyway (you can respond to that comment in your mind, I did). Any hoot, let's just say it would look awfully sexy (Weepee's terminology) paired with Hoosier (daddy) hosery. With all this animalistic behavior, not to mention the preponderosa of dog hare in the HIMZ's Honda Fit, this hash will surely go down as the Veteranarian Day Hash.