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| Hash Number: | 1237 |
| What: | Hockessin Hash #1237 - Return of the Magic!!! |
| When: | April 14, 2018 |
| Where: | 29 Falcon Court, Wilmington, DE |
| Hares: | Magic Carpet Ride Wet Lay | Message |
| What: Hockessin Hash #1237, Return of the Magic!!! When: Saturday, April 14, 2018 at 3pm HST Where: 29 Falcon Court, Wilmington, DE 19808 (really, Pike Creek-ish) Who Hare: Magic Carpet Ride and Wet Lay What Else: Star Wars Hash! It's going to be a great day, so bring a chair. Friendlies: Wookies and doggies are welcome. Hash Cash: $7 D'erections: From I-95, take exit 5B Rt.141 N. Take the exit for Rt. 2 W/Newark and follow signs to Rt. 41 N. Turn left onto Millcreek Rd and then stay left onto Stoney Batter Rd. Turn right onto Middleton Dr. Turn right toward Falcon Ct; Stay left onto Falcon Ct. Park, use the Force, and hash. | Hashers |
| 20th Century Fox Asshopper Biatch Bunion Butt Butt Lite Cause for Blindness Closing Time Dead End Dirty Wet Pussy Do Me On the Beach F6 Groper Hare Today Cum Tomorrow Horny Hands Jewel of Duh-Nile Lost Penis Magic Carpet Ride Mary Fucking Poppins Mount Me NecroPheelMeUp Nip Fuck Orgy-Porgy-Put-In-Pie Poo Fucker PubeHeAteHer RaidR Rub Her Sheets Skidmarks Slutmaster The Wetter the Better Wet Lay Wishboneher Woody Woodpecker | Hash Trash |
| Trash for Hockessin Hash #1237 Oh my ... So the slobbering pack gathered up behind Magic Carpet Rides pad on Millennium Falcon Court for the turd of her trilogy of Star Wars themed hashes. This one entitled “Return of the Magic”. This on the very warm sunny afternoon of April the 14th, 2018 A.D. And for those of you unfamiliar with the year of 2018, warm sunny days, don’t cum about very often. Hashers I remember being present at some point included: Dead End, Skidmarks, Lost Penis, Woody, Asshopper, Wetter the Better, Dirty Wet Pussy, Nip Fuck, Mary Fucking Poppins, Cause for Blindness, Horny Hands, Mount Me, RaidR, Biotch, NecroFeelMeUp, PubeHeAteHer, F-6, Closing Time, Poo Fucker, Rubber Sheets, Jewels of Denile, Bunion Butt, Groper, Orgy Porgy Put N’ Pie, Wishboneher, Hare Today Cum Tomorrow, Slutmaster, Buttlite, Do Me on the Beach, and many, many others. Many were dressed up in some form of Stars Wars themed garb. Though, unfortunately, this did not include Cousin It, who forgot to mention to some of us that he was going to be out of town that weekend, so we had to send somebody out to pick up us some more beer at the last minute. Our hares of the day were Magic Carpet Ride who got plenty of help screwing things up from Wet Lay. And so we waited a little longer than usual for chalk talk to begin as Necro had to make a quick beer run to insure we would not run out. About half past half past 3, our RA for the day Wishboneher circled us up. Before the chalk talk commenced she doled out a few pre-trail down downs, one to Butt Lite for not thinking to pick up Cousin It’s beer while she was at his place earlier and the other to Orgy Porgy for something. Out hare Magic Carpet Ride then commenced the chalk talk and informed us there would be a shot stop or two, a J-stop, and a beer near, which, unfortunately, later on would not exactly materialize as expected. Also, Magic began the trail with her unique take on the Turkey/Eagle split, which was at the beginning. The Eagle trail she re-named the Kessle Run for the Solo Runners, and the Turkey trail was to be the Skywalker trail for the walkers. Soon enough we were off, though as usual a few hashers who slow to get going made the mistake of going on the Kessle Run. On! On! While the Skywalkers took a nice brief stroll out of the neighborhood and into the next one the Solo’s bucked down a hill and through a whole lot of shiggy, with Orgy Porgy tempting faint for another hash crash by going full speed ahead down a hill. Yours truly, MFP got smacked in the eye by a twig, and had to drop back for a while. Just about every hasher taking this route got bloody at some point. On! On! We made it across several water crossings and came to a check, no actually we didn’t, but somehow a few twigs just happened to fall down in the pattern of an arrow on the path, which sent a few of the runners in the back in the wrong direction for a while. Trail went up and down a few hills here an there, not unexpected for the area we were in. We came out to the road about at the beginning of the neighborhood we started in, where yours truly discovered a nice, warm, discarded but not yet opened can of Budweiser, that we took with us for the rest of the days journey figuring it would come in handy during circle. We lost track of marks for a little while, until our usual FRB, PubeHeAteher discovered some in the neighborhood on the other side of Stoney Batter Rd. On! On! We ran down the hill and on to another trail between the different hoods, succeeding in annoying some guy walking his dog along the way. Trail went up a hill, and through some more shiggy, then across another busy rd, mark by the “BVC” warning. Across a stream we went and a few yards away through the shiggy were to be found the SkyWalkers and our two hares waiting for us at the shot stop. And wait we did for everyone who attempted the Kessle Run that day, for many, many minutes, while we enjoyed some Appletini shots, and did a toast to the dearly departed Jedi Master Yoda. Eventually though we went back on trail, but not before the heavily medicated Magic Carpet Ride advised us to wait for her to guide us, as the next part was to be a bit confusing. On! On! We found no marks but after going in the general direction we were advised to we did find some after cutting through some private property. The next length of trail was for the most part on asphalt with a few checks that succeeded in slowing down us FRB’s but not as well as the J-stop we found going back into the woods, that, unfortunately did not include any bottles for the FRB to share with the DFL. Soon after there was a false and so we hurried back to find our hares to see if they had any idea where to proceed from there. Apparently Magic remembered dropping off some bottles at that point on the trail, but as it was a heavily traveled path, it was likely picked up by some teenagers. And so back to the last check we went. On! On! We picked up marks going up yet another hill, then we crossed through somebody's yard and up into some shiggy, and then back down into the yard belong to two of our favorite Cum’s Lately’s -- Poo Fucker and Rubber Sheets who have been busy moving into a new place and raising a few rug rats. There in the middle of the yard we found a nice big Beer Near mark, but however there was no beer to be found anywhere. Our hosts informed us, that they remembered being informed that a cooler was to be dropped off somewhere on their property that day, but they did not recall witnessing it ever happening, as this it turned out, was the result of a miscommunication between our two heavily medicated hares about who was going to be doing what. However feeling bad for us, our hosts generously shared what they had in their private stash, some more sweet tasting liquor that they allowed us to cut with some nice cold Capri Suns juice drinks that they happened to have an excess of. And so we enjoyed our makeshift cocktails for a while, and also enjoyed bitching to hares about the lack of beer on trail. Eventually after a few tampons had to get changed. We were back again on trail. On! On! We ran out into the neighborhood and past a mighty impressive sink hole. Trail cut to the left and up, surprise!, another hill ... then took another left where the On! In! mark was spotted only about a mile or so away from point A. One by one by two the hashers straggled back to Millennium Falcon Court while Wet Lay was busy getting the food ready, the one thing she was able to do right that day. Since we had at this point quite an excess of beer, including that which mistakingly did not end up at the beer stop, our beer wenches and our RA quickly got busy pouring the down downs for the much deserved circle. Circle was opened up. Awards and penalties were dished out. Songs were sung. Down-downs were done, including some from that warm discarded can of Budweiser that I found on the side of the road. Our hares deservedly drank many times. Woody, I think got first in, as he skipped out on the shot stop that was supposed to be a beer stop. Our interruptus’s drank, including Asshopper and Wetter the Better, who came all the way back from South Africa just for this. Our auto and biking hashers including RaidR and Biotch, had to briefly get out of their chairs for a down-down, as did everybody who failed to don any Star Wars gear that day. Jewels of Denial an Asshopper, dressed up in Jedi hoodies drank for having the best costumes. Magic Carpet Ride's dog, Sugar Bear, got named 21st Century Fox, because a fox tried to eat it the night before. And many, many other people drank for many other reasons, before announcements were made and the hash went in peace. After circle we enjoyed some tasty bow-tie pasta as well as spaghetti and meatballs, along with some salad and some tasty canolies provided by Wetlay, that we enjoyed with our beer, that we felt fortunate at that point to have there. After trail shenanigans included a few entertaining light-saber fights. But all and all it was another shitty trail. Stay tuned for Hockessin Hash #1238 this Saturday. On! On! MFP | |