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| Hash Details | |
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| Hash Number: | 1291 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #1291 - the 420 Hash |
| When: | April 20, 2019 |
| Where: | 1705 Lovering Ave, Wilmington, DE |
| Hares: | Dancing Fool Hare Today Cum Tomorrow Wishboneher | Message |
| What: Hockessin Hash #1291, the 420 Hash When: Saturday, April 20, 2019 at 3pm HST Where: In the parking lot behind the Rockford Tavern, 1705 Lovering Ave, Wilmington, DE 19806 Who Hare: Wishbone Her and Hare Today Cums Tomorrow What Else: It's 4-20, man. Friendlies: Dogs,no ... children, no .... hookers, fuckboys and Game Show Hosts .... of course ! Hash Cash: $7 D'erections: From the north on I-95, you can exit at Rt. 202 North and find your way to the Augustine Cut-off, cross the river, and take a right onto Wawaset Ave, and quick left into parking lot behind Rockford Tavern. From the south on I-95, exit at Rt. 52 North and take right onto Van Buren St, and go 3 blocks and take a left onto Lovering Ave. Go about 1/2 mile and go right onto the Augustine Cut-off, quick left onto o Wawaset Ave, and quick left into parking lot behind Rockford Tavern. Park, start singing Afroman, and hash. | Hashers |
| Asshopper Biatch Cousin It Dancing Fool Dirty Wet Pussy Do Me On the Beach Groper Hare Today Cum Tomorrow Horny Hands Just Gracia Lost Penis Magic Carpet Ride Mary Fucking Poppins NecroPheelMeUp Pickle Dick PubeHeAteHer RaidR Skidmarks Slutmaster The Wetter the Better Triple Whore Score Up Piss Creek Vomit Comet Wishboneher | Hash Trash |
| So, the slobbering pack met up in the parking lot behind Rockford Tavern in place-to-be-somebody, Wilmington, DE for the much-anticipated 4/20 hash on a sunny, pleasant, low 70-ish degree afternoon of Saturday, April 20, 2019 A.D. Hashers I remember being present at some point or other included Lost Penis, PubeHeAteHer, NecroPheelMeUp, Do Me On the Beach, Skidmarks, Dirty Wet Pussy, RaidR, Biatch, Slut Master, Groper, Up Piss Creek, Pickle Dick, Magic Carpet Ride, Horny Hands, Mary Fucking Poppins, Asshopper, The Wetter the Better, Cousin It, Vomit Comet, Triple Whore Score, Just Gracia and . . .? Our hares for today were Wishboneher, Hare Today Cum Tomorrow and Dancing Fool, who was apparently appointed a hare at the last minute since the other two had spent more time planning the food and the t-shirt designs than the actual trail. Speaking of t-shirts, Hare provided the pack with souvenirs depicting the beloved cartoon character, El Kabong to commemorate this special day whilst Pube appeared in his own El Kabong costume, complete with a guitar to ‘kabong’ all the degenerates of Wilmington. And so, whilst we sipped on some swill and the first of many shots of spiked Hawaiian Punch provided by our hares, the hares proceeded to lay some marks for chalk-talk that we may or may not see today. There were to be the usual flour blobs, some checks, falses, a Turkey/Eagle split, a song stop symbol (which did not appear) which Wetter turned into a mermaid (which may have appeared to some), a Shot Check, a Beer Near (or more) and Dancing Fool wanted to assure us that when we saw arrows, it meant he went in the direction the arrow pointed (glad we cleared that up). Since this trail was somewhat-live, Dancing Fool took off with a bag of flour, Hare and Wishboneher Head-ed to Wish’s house and the rest of us made sure we had enough emergency flares, GPS trackers and Uber apps in case we needed to go into survivor mode. And so, the walkers Head-ed off after 8-ish minutes, whilst the 4 runners awaited the customary 12 minutes until it was time to knock-back our beers and look for some of those arrows we were somehow supposed to follow in the direction they pointed. On-On! Most of the pack appeared to be wandering around in the intersection as we ventured forth, but soon marks were discovered leading down Lovering Ave. toward the art museum. The turkey/eagle split was discovered shortly thereafter, so as the turkeys banged a left, the eagles Head-ed straight into toward Rockford Park. The eagles discovered arrows pointing up the road into the park toward the tower, then several arrows (which only a Food would follow) pointing us into the woods only to take us back out onto the road. Once the eagles reached the tower, we ran into a giant False pointing to another giant False. Not remembering any checks nearby, we ran around for a while and even a pedestrian passing by offered to help us look for whatever we were looking for, though we had no answer for him. Finally, we realized we should probably Head back and pick-up the turkey trail, so Pube, MFP and yours-truly back-tracked on trail while Skids took the road less traveled-by. On-On! After picking up the turkey trail, we came to a check which none of the turkeys had bothered to mark. So we ran around the block for a while, found Skids again and a lady outside her house pointed down the road and said ‘they went that-away,’ however we still didn’t figure that out for a while because we were on the opposite side of the street from where the marks were. So we lost Skids again and eventually found the marks leading us down to the parking lot across from the Horticultural Center by the railroad tracks where the rest of the pack had been waiting at the shot stop for about half-an-hour and getting loaded-up on that spiked Hawaiian Punch. After we had our share, we Head-ed down toward Trolley Square as directed by the hares. On-On! After searching around in 369 directions, it was apparent that no marks were apparent. Wishboneher then proceeded to call her co-hare, Hare for directions, however it was eventually determined that they forgot to mark this section. And so, we stayed on-hare until we Head-ed downtown and picked-up some marks near the I-95 entrance, passing that guy with the parrot on his shoulder that a bunch of wanks had played with on a trail last year. We wound-around through Wilmington’s finest neighborhoods until we reached a parking lot where several wankers were standing around Hare’s truck shouting “Beer Near!” Here we were reunited with Skids who had taken his own scenic route and we enjoyed some more beer and Hawaiian Punch cocktail whilst some dude in a store front gave us the stink-eye and was probably ready to call the cops (who probably had more important matters to attend to on this day). So once we had sufficiently imbibed another round, it was time to continue our city/shitty tour, so ... On-On! Trail eventually Head-ed us from the glitz and glamour of downtown Wilmington back toward the Brandywine where we got hung-up on a check until marks were found across a bridge to the path on the other side of the river. Some stayed on the paved part whilst MFP ventured down into the mucky, under-destruction area until some stairs led him back up to the trail by the zoo (good thing the hares marked ‘zoo’ on a big pile of dirt so we would know). Trail eventually Head-ed us under the world-famous I-95 overpass where many beer stops have been held before. And so, the beer and more Hawaiian Punch toxin was waiting for us as well as a truck-load of auto-hashing wankers. And whilst we speculated as to how long this trail had actually been thus far, it was declared by Wishboneher that circle should commence where we stood, so the cups were set up around a mud puddle and we proceeded to form an amoeba-shaped mass around them. The hares called themselves into circle for their trail being too short and too well-marked. Pube drank for cumming in costume and being FRB to this spot whilst our always-resilient Slut Master drank for DFL. Many auto-hashers and interuptuses drank for their lazy behavior and The Wetter the Better was given a birthday/earthday side-side. The safety committee finished-off the down-downs and someone who wasn’t Woody declared that the hash go in peace. And once we traversed a long-ass on-in back to the parking lot, we gathered up at the once-famous, now Rockford Tavern for a delicious spread of chicken, spicy noodles with veggies, berry salad and an assortment of pies provided by Wishboneher, who had assured us that regardless of how trail went, we would get fed today. Here we were also joined by the late-cumming Digital Dick, Butt Lite, and Tinsel Tits who had been on a bike-riding adventure. We enjoyed more beers at the bar, some made plans for on-after revelries, and all in all it was another shitty trail. Stay tuned for Hockessin Hash #1292 this Saturday, the Orificers Hash and last Saturday hash of the season. On-On! NecroPheelMeUp | |