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| Hash Number: | 1284 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #1284 - the Mardi Gras Hash |
| When: | March 2, 2019 |
| Where: | 52 Smalleys Dam Road, Newark, DE |
| Hares: | Bunion Butt Wet Lay | Message |
| What: Hockessin Hash #1284, the Mardi Gras Hash When: Saturday, March 2, 2019 at 3pm HST Where: The Hares' Domicile @ 52 Smalleys Dam Road, Newark, DE, 19702 Who Hare: Wet Lay and Bunion Butt What Else: as well as beaucoup hurricanes, Loosiana Cajun grub, beads, and maybe, titties. Why: Laissez Les Bon Temps Hash!! Friendlies: Trail prob'ly too much for reg'lar dogs or norm'l kids. Apres for humans of majority age only. Hash Cash: $7 Available for Purchase: ARTISANAL HANDCRAFTED LONG SLEEVE TIE-DYED HASH SHIRT. Limited production. Designed & executed by Wetter the Better. D'erections: From I -95, take the Newark/Exit 3 onto Route 273 East (sign sez towards Dover).. Stay on RT 273 E for about half mile, passing University Plaza Shop Center, Delmarva Power building, and Boston Market restaurant. Turn right at traffic light onto Old Baltimore Pike. Continue for 1/3 mile, then turn left at traffic light onto Trefoil Drive. Go to stop sign and turn right onto Smalleys Dam Road. Hares' home is #52 on the right. Find a parking spot along the road whilst kindly being aware of our neighbors. Park. Hurricane. Hash. Lost or with question? Contact Wet Lay or Bunion Butt | Hashers |
| Asshopper Beulah Ball-Breaker Biatch Bunion Butt Chasez Boyz Cousin It Dead End Devil Woman Dirty Wet Pussy Do Me On the Beach Doggie Erectus F6 Groper Hare Today Cum Tomorrow Jewel of Duh-Nile Lost Penis Mary Fucking Poppins Mount Me NecroPheelMeUp Pickle Dick Poo Fucker Port-a-Ho PubeHeAteHer RaidR Rub Her Sheets Shuttlecock Sister Mary Margaret Benedickless Skidmarks Smells Like Hash Spirit Spit Bucket The Wetter the Better Toxic Shock Up Piss Creek Up the Rear Wet Lay Wishboneher Woody Woodpecker | Hash Trash |
| Trash for Hockessin Hash #1284 So, the slobbering pack gathered up at the end of Smalley’s Damn Rd for the annual Mardi Gras Hash AKA the Polar Bear Plunge Extreme hash AKA the time Bunion tried to get us all killed hash on the fine late winter afternoon of Saturday March the 2nd, 2019 AD. Hashers present at some point included: Chasez Boyz, Dead End, WIshboneher, Princess Shuttle Cock, Dirty Wet Pussy, Beullah Ballbreaker, Woody, Jewels of DuhNile, Devil Woman, F-6, Mount Me, Up the Rear, Lost Penis, Skidmarks, Mary Fucking Poppins, Asshopper, Wetter the Better, Pickle Dick, NecroFeelMeUp, PubeHeAteHer, Cousin It, Sister Margarite Benadickless, Do Me on the Beach, Groper, Up Piss Creek, Smells Like Hash Spirit, Poo Fucker, Rubber Sheets, Hare Today Cum Tomorrow, Porta Ho, Spit Bucket, Just Tom, Toxic Shock, Doggy Erectus, RaidR, Biatch, and many, many others. Our hares of the day were the lovely Wet Lay and the sadistic Bunion Butt, who did however warn us ahead of time about what we were to be in store for posting a picture at the last minute on social media of the raging rapids that trail was going to be crossing over .... again and again. But before the adventure was to begin we hung out in the backyard enjoying hurricane drinks along with some tasty premium brews for a long, long while as there were quite a few interrruputus’s that day. And there was a lot of catching up to do. At some point after half past 3 our RA Wishboneher circled us up for chalk talk, and had the ingenious idea to get the announcements out of the way during opening circle, as she correctly predicted their would be little patience for that at the end of the trail. After announcements were made, Bunion Butt came forth to give us the chalk talk. We were told to follow pinkish, orangish marks along with ribbons. We were also advised to heed all the no trespassing signs, except the one at the beginning of trail. We were also told to expect two beer stops along the way. Now what we may or may not have been warned about. Was that the trail was scouted, planned and laid during low tide, when many of the water crossings were only ankle deep, as opposed to neck deep. I wasn’t paying attention if he had mentioned the mudslides at 60 degree angles. And I also didn’t hear him mention anything about their being several fenced openings that needed to be passed through, that were a bit too small for some people in the pack to accomplish that. And so many of us got to learn what it is like for people who break out of prison. Of course one thing I did hear Bunion mention many, many times was that there was a Turkey option that involved staying behind at the house. Something yours truly, along with a few other folks probably should have taken him up on. So the first arrow was true and off we went. On! On! We ran through past the end of Smalley’s, Damn Rd. around the old, shuttered United Water/Suez processing plant. The Christina River to our right was in a very bad mood due to receiving a great deal of snow melt recently. And so we saw trail across that to a island. For a little while we did what we could to avoid that part, though inevitably getting waste deep in that cold, cold water was unavoidable. And so to summarize many hashers crossed here and there looking for the best spot to cross the raging rapids. Sticks and log crossings were used in an attempt to avoid the inevitable, being waste deep in that cold ass water. The wise Turkeys hitched a ride to end up on the other side of the creek, including Wetter the Better who had had enough of freezing cold water the weekend before in Vermont. There they joined us for the first beer stop, where we downed several hurricanes whilst bitching. Some folks continued on trail while others decided to end it there. On! On! We wondered through the knee deep freezing swamp going behind a few neighborhoods. Under a bridge we went and along side Deldots property where we encountered a gap in the fence that you had to be rather slender to get through. Trail took us out to Route 7 for a bit then crossed over into a muddy mucky empty lot, where beers were left for us for the second beer near to be enjoyed by folks who were not too frozen to do so. On! On! Trail went under a fence this time, and through a whole bunch more mud and shiggy. Some of us went out onto Rt 273 for a little while, then decided for reasons of cutting distance to go back on trail.. Down a most slippery slope we went and through another waist deep water crossing. Through some more shiggy we endured until we finally reached the other end of Smalley’s Damn Rd, where we had only to go down a few blocks to reach point A. A fire had been set for us, it was. And so we hung out around the fire getting warm and getting changed while we waited for a few folks lost to get back. Our RA, Wishboneher opened up circle. Awards and penalties were dished out. Songs were sung. Down Downs were done. The hares drank many times for their crimes.. Our first inns drank. Then after they arrived so did our last inns. Our visitors drank along with our many interruptuses for the day. Many other folks drank for many other things. Some nominations for the upcoming AGM elections were made, before the hash went in peace.. After circle we enjoyed some fine fine grub provided by Wetlay, including red beans and rice with sausage, etoufee with shrimp, muffalatta sandwiches, some tasty pecan cookies and King Cake. While we finally got over our bitching. This writer kind of came down with something during, hence many of the more interesting details didn’t sink in this time, but ... Stay tuned for Hockessin Hash #1285 this cumming Saturday. On! On! MFP | |