Well on this sunny Hashday the three H’s applied but there was another one, it being Hilly, very Hilly indeed. And Dr. Jeep had set the usual longish run through the lovely park, but that was pre-rain, so no marks to be found, except two and one was on a leaf on the wrong trail. Oral directions to the "Village" sign left us to ponder on "To be or not to Be, that is the Hamlet", and so we just followed Hare directions, shuffling and sweating along with no one actually running, except the usual showoffs plus Curly for which he got to drink beer until Mucky Dip started yelling "Enough!" which I hear she does a lot. The fact of not having a beer stop on such a hot day was definitely a medical hazard, as even little girls wanted to puke, but the good doctor ignored it. Well, His Hareness only redeeming feature was having a swimming pool which on return from this interminable journey promptly was polluted by splashing teeners and those pretending to be young, but the more sedate at least could lull in the whirl without getting their drink knocked over. Then the usual down-downs - another excuse for getting drunk quickly, with the Hare getting harassed by Hyena for forgetting the 5 P’s - Proper Planning Prevents Pisspoor Performance, well put that in your toilet plunger and drink it. Thus many were called, Virgins & Visitors alike, to the tune of various debauched songs from GM TwoJugs’ songsheet, who claimed no responsibility for the oral part, apart from his Sox, by stating "I just calls them - you sing them", him being a double dipping Hash Hound, by fraternizing with the Toronto Hash the prior day, and how come we don’t have the general manager of a beer empire in our club. And there was Oral Sox making a false accusation of yours truly taking trash notes, well, if I did’na make notes, how the bejeezus could I remember all this stuff, being usually pissed at the end of it? and TwoJugs probably not having had his or Oral Sox for a while gave her another downer for wearing a too chic since matching outfit and made us sing about a syphilitic person, and surely he heard about that later on. Well, there was other persons being fêted, who came reluctantly or too late, including my paesano BlueBox who has a predilection for plastic bags, and Bullet who lost his way to the hash, so drink up folks, keep up the fluid intake on a hot day, and fill the space in between with fatty foods, whatta day, the best medicine for being bored on a Sunday, just what the doctor ordered, and being totally inoculated, intitubated and inebriated it was time to go home.